Today was a bad day.

All day I couldn’t figure out why today was supposed to be a sad day. I never sat back to think about it until I burned dinner and just about had a meltdown when it hit me... today I’m supposed to be 25 weeks. And on top of that, it’s been exactly 2 months since my D&C. Two different anniversaries, but I wish I was only celebrating one.

Started clomid again last week and got my first flashing smiley today... hopefully we can conceive this cycle and have a healthy full-term pregnancy ❤️