Sundays are reserved for cleaning and tidying up and when I was doing that I chanced upon a diary from 2015. A quick glance landed me on the page for 25th April 2015. The words written on it tugged at my heart strings…
“So it begins.. we are pregnant”
This was the day in 2015, when our lab technician called me to tell me about the HcG blood test report we did. I didn’t understand the values she rattled off and asked her what does it mean.. and I still remember her little laugh and her saying “Congratulations!” (oops, I’m have a lump in my throat here.)
It got me reminiscing about that beautiful year in my life. After a lot of bad years, missed chances, depression, failures & tears, and almost giving up, we had 2015. The year of our pregnancy!
I enjoyed my pregnancy so so much, that I was sad that babyT had to come out. Of course, I couldn’t have waited any longer to have in my arms. Bu tI did get thinking about those days and what I miss about being pregnant. Continue reading