ONE YEAR LATER:
One year later, I have my child.
One year later, I still remember everything.
One year later, I still loathe and I mean LOATHE infertility.
One year later, I shudder at the sight of any needle.
One year later, I have read many old books
watched many old films, gotten in touch with old friends,
and visited older family members.
One year later, I have confidence.
One year later, I clean poop.
One year later, Yo Gabba Gabba.
One year later, walks in the park.
One year later, I don’t mind seeing other parents with their kids.
One year later, I appreciate one year ago and before that.
One year later, I have my child.
Happy One Year ago! Had I not tried, I’d not be where I am today. I love my daughter. I love her so much, nothing else matters. And I mean nothing.
