I loathe the fact that I love the start of a new year because it’s SO cliché. I hate that I make a resolution, but can’t remember what it was by March. I hate how I love to start with a fresh planner, but I do. I really freaking do. I feel like this is going to be a weird year because it’s the first one since getting married almost 12 years ago that I’m not thinking about getting pregnant, trying to get pregnant, wishing I could get pregnant, or cursing that I can’t get pregnant.
For once, in over a decade, I’m just… living my life. Sure, there’s going to be all sorts of adventures, and what I mean by that is other things are going to drive up my anxiety and ruin my life, but at least they won’t be related to infertility. It sounds…really nice when I think about it.
Chris is hopefully going to get a promotion this year, and I’m still figuring out where my freelance work now fits with a preschooler and toddler. We’ll figure it out. 2020 is going to be wild. Right now, I have a baby on the couch next to me wiggling and making noises and I’m trying to finish this as fast as I can because I don’t know when I’ll be able to pick up my laptop again (or at least type with two hands).
Here’s to a new year.
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I found it very freeing to no longer have to think about reproducing. Enjoy it!
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Yes! You too!
Happy new year, Risa! Loking forward to hearing all about your adventures in 2020.
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Happy New Year to you too, Jen!!!! Can’t wait to keep following along with you as well!