So we look to 2012. Perhaps their will be less extremes this year. Perhaps their will be more. We have already scheduled 3 weddings and there are 4 new babies expected. We already know we have a journey ahead, down a well worn path, unfamiliar to us, but known to many others. We fear our first steps, the acceptance that this is our path, the road to the conception of our own child. Fertility is assumed. Considered your birthright as a woman. Until one day, you realise it may not be.
I think in the end, 2012 held more extremes. But different ones. Sadness, yes, that was there, especially at the start. Remembering those lost, and those not yet found. Then happiness, like I had never known, at the birth of my most beautiful niece, Harrie. She was, and still is, an absolute delight, and I treasure the time I spend with her. Then hope, in the form of specialists, appointments made with both medical and natural specialists in the field of fertility. Then sickness, so sick, for so long, and worry and fear and joy and delight and excitement, and most of all... Love. Because this is what New Years Eve 2012 looked like.
Our beautiful son was just 3 days old on New Years Eve 2012. Conceived naturally (though we had been following lots of advice from this website, and in fact had our first appointment with them the day before we found out we were pregnant. I continued with acupuncture throughout my pregnancy, and I highly recommend both Nat and Lucy at The Pagoda Tree.)
Otis will be 6 months next week, and all the cliches really are right, time flies when you're having fun.
I hope that blogging might become part of my life now, but hey...no promises!