I normally never ever get too excited anymore considering my husband and I have had two losses with no clear answer on why. Thanksgiving day I said we should do a nice breakfast, normally do but with the losses and holidays coming up we haven’t. Agreed, so yesterday morning I was in charge of the eggs.

I cracked one, two yokes. Thought oh that’s cool I went on to crack another egg....TWO more yokes. I lost it, I mean cried and said our babies. Either god was reminding me why having breakfast together is so important (quality time) or looking forward to the future together. Reason behind this post: we are renovating our bathroom (started before I got pregnant the first time) I made a comment about it will be our children’s bathroom. He said maybe if we ever have one, which made me feel so down. There is good in everything and I’m not giving up hope for us. That bathroom gives me so much hope!