Just four hours left in 2010, and for the most part it’s a year I’m very willing to leave behind. We hit the one-year mark of trying for a second child early in the year, secured the services of a reproductive endocrinologist, then spent the entire year trying to get and stay pregnant. We thought we might have caught a break when I found out I was pregnant in May after many months of treatments, but that did not come to fruition, and to say that loss threw me into a tailspin is fairly accurate. More visits to The RE and even more treatments followed, and thankfully the year ended on a positive note with a positive pregnancy test. The ending to that chapter has not been written yet, but thankfully I’ve got strong symptoms that are working to keep me as reassured as I can be at this point.
If you cast aside all the reproductive issues, the year wasn’t that bad. We took our first weeklong family vacation and enjoyed our first family trip to the beach (overlooking the fact that I was waiting to miscarry that whole time). We sent Baby B to Connecticut to spend a week with her grandfather and great-grandmother (overlooking the fact that I indeed did miscarry about 5 minutes before leaving on the road trip to pick her up). We’ve (very nearly, knock on wood) survived the year of the threenager. We made a trip to St. Louis to meet some special people, Baby B and I ran our first race together, we went to Kings Island and Cedar Point, and I enjoyed trips to visit good friends in Milwaukee and New York City. We had many highlights in between, so thankfully we had a lot of good things to balance the crappy reproductive challenges.
I’m going to try to go into 2011 on a hopeful note, trying to envision us bringing home a baby this summer and finally becoming a family of four. I’m sure many other adventures await us, as well. So while I’m closing a chapter of my life story that has some moments I’d like to forget, I’m eager to begin writing this new chapter. Follow along and see how this chapter ranks against the others.