Last year at this time I was ready to kick 2011 to the curb, convinced that 2012 had to be better. I guess it was, but kind of only by default. At least I didn’t have any miscarriages. But, then, I spent the entire year with a barren empty uterus. Even the nuclear weapons of fertility, IVF, couldn’t get me pregnant.
So, here’s hoping that 2013 is my lucky year. I am hopeful that it’ll happen, yet terrified that it never will.
Here goes nothing.