After our miscarriage this year, another 8 months of trying and then two months ago we lost our youngest and most beloved dog to cancer. He was my soul dog, the one who really changed me, helped me figure out who I really was. By the time we figured each other out it was his time to go… With our sweet boy watching over us, we finally got our big fat positive. After 3 weeks of positive tests, its finally starting to feel real. I have so many fears with this pregnancy but I just have a feeling all will be okay with our boy watching over us from the rainbow bridge. 🌈 I had gotten so lucky the day I met him at the shelter, I adopted him on a whim, within 5 minutes of meeting him and he was the best dog I could have ever asked for. He had blessed us in so many ways and now we want to give back to other dogs in need. Yesterday, we just received word from a rescue that we were accepted to foster a handsome Doberman and are so excited to open up our home to him. If anyone else is struggling with the constant bad luck, just know it has to end at some point. 💜