A year ago today, I found out about my ectopic and entered the world of infertility. I've dreaded this day for months, because it marks an entire year since life has been anything close to "normal."
Fortunately, this current pregnancy (yes, I'm openly admitting to being pregnant, though with the caveat that it's (a) still unofficial until my beta on Thursday and (b) really, really early so we're not getting our hopes up too high) has turned what could have been a really, really bad day into just another day. I'm still sad about the babies we lost, but at least right now I feel like there could be a happy ending to my story. Frankly, that's more than I'd dared hope for.
But still, I couldn't let this day go by unmarked. And I definitely couldn't let a silly post about sunscreen be the marker.
So, here's to my embryo with the bad sense of direction. I wish I could have found out who you'd be.