It's been a long and eventful two years. I had gone off birth control even before we were married. I wasn't having periods anyway, so it seemed pointless. We were willing to "risk it." My first period returned on our honeymoon. (How many times have I told you that AF is a bitch?) A few short weeks later, we decided we were going to actually TRY to conceive. We were together for 4 years before we got married. It seemed like forever. It was just the beginning.
Here were are two years, two miscarriages and what so far seems to be a successful pregnancy later. Nevermind, more doctors appointments that I could ever begin to count, or the mood swings, sorrows & yes- even joys. We still love each other. Infertility hasn't killed us yet.
We have no real plans for the day. Our trip to Myrtle Beach last week was our celebration. It was lovely. We played mini-golf, we sailed, we ate disgusting amounts of fantastic food. We layed in our condo next to each other and read in silence- each of us just enjoying have the other near.
It's been a crazy two years, but in spite of it all, I still adore him. And I think he's fairly fond of me. Here's to several more decades.