The Broken Record

I know I talk about this entirely way too much, but maybe it's just that I'm extremely grateful for what I have in my life now. Little things set me off on this- this time of year, a music video, looking at Hayleigh's baby pictures, being this pregnant, feeling Reid's kicking and moving, or just a smile from Hayleigh seem to get me going.

3 years ago, we started going back into Dr. Gentry's office for our second round of IUI. In fact, on the 26th of this month, Hayleigh was conceived in a doctor's office room. I never did think that round would work. In fact, I've found when I've had the most doubts things seem to have worked out after all.

This time around, we didn't have to go through all of the shots, pills, ultrasounds, and doctor visits. Makes everything just so much different. I wonder how labor will go, when exactly it will be that I will be in labor. Since nothing goes according to plan, it kind of makes me worry just little bit. I worried a lot about Allen making it to Hayleigh's birth last time around. This time, I'm not so worried- should I be? I guess I just know things will be okay and work out somehow.

I look around at Hayleigh's toys everywhere, and now going through all of Reid's things, getting all of it ready for his arrival, and I sit there dumbfounded on just how we got here. I know it's a broken record I keep singing, but I guess I'm very proud of where we are today, and beyond thankful for what we have now. We never knew just how empty our lives were before kids- like we could help it. But, things have worked out as they should, and I am still looking out for those who are fighting to get to where we are. I don't think I'll ever forget what we went through to get here, and I'm thankful once again to have made it through everything with my sanity.