Just when I was ready to write 2011 off as a total bust, it had one last little surprise for us.
Just 2 weeks before Christmas, I got my 2nd one of these:
On the heels of my anonymity post, and the one time I've wished this blog was anonymous, if you know me in real life PLEASE keep this information to yourselves.
I am 7 weeks, 5 days and considering what happened last time it is WAY too early for me to be spreading this news to the general public.
But out of respect for all of you who helped me through my darkest times and have been my sisters in this shithole of infertility I needed you all to know.
Also, 1 week from today marks the day that Baby A's heart stopped beating. I have found a way to make peace with whatever the outcome of this pregnancy may be, but from now until my scan at 10 weeks will be the most anxious-ridden time for me and I know I will look to you ladies for some comfort, support and words of encouragement.
This year was still a shitty, shitty year, but it left one last little glimmer of hope and I can only pray that 2012 will follow through and bring us the joy that 2011 so cruelly took away.