A year ago today we got our first positive pregnancy test result. I've been thinking about that all day. For the last 11 years Father's Day has been rather pointless anyway since all the male father figures in my life were dead by then (dad and both grandfathers), so there's really no reason to celebrate, no cards to buy, or cakes to bake. I did buy Doug a Father's Day gift last year (we had a faint positive that he wasn't convinced of on a pink line test), I bough him a digital test, a sleep-n-play, and burp cloths that say I love Daddy. This year we didn't do anything for Father's Day or Mother's Day for that matter, Douglas declared it doesn't count until we have an outside baby.
I've found myself thinking about Alex a lot today. I don't think I've mentioned it before but occasionally I slip and refer to this baby as Alex, but I know they are two completely different children. Alex should have been 4 month old now. Praying that this little one makes it here safe and sound. I hate that I still think that way.
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