This week marked two years of trying to get pregnant. The first year and a half was on our own, and the last six months have been through fertility treatments. Two years really doesn’t sound that long, but it sure feels long. It has been two years of living in limbo. Two years of wishing and waiting. Two years of 25 day cycles of hope and heartbreak.
A lot of happy things have happened these past two years as well. We purchased our first real home together, traveled the world, had successes at work, and celebrated weddings, babies, and holidays with family and friends. We’ve felt the support and love of family and friends, and most important, from each other. I’m hoping that the next two years bring a new chapter that includes a growing belly and family, lots of firsts, and continued love and support.