I've sat down to write this post four times already, but there's so many things buzzing around my head that I don't know where to begin. Year 2 has been a little on the rough side. I've struggled to find my place in a world without school (weird, right?) and together, Robb and I have grieved over two miscarriages and contemplated a future where we might not have children of our own. Yet looking back, I don't view it as bad year. The rough patches have made us stronger and drawn us closer together.
And now, after a year of intense hoping and praying, I'm pregnant. Somewhere inside of me is a little heart beating twice as fast as my own. 12 weeks along and life couldn't possibly better be :)
