Day One Hundred and Thirty Eight: Bittersweet

May 17th is kind of a sad day for me. Today, my father would have turned 69 years old. Also, today marks one year from the day of my dad's funeral. And, also, this marks one year from the day I thought I would never recover from. For those who don't recall, this is the night I was in excruciating pain and went into the ER in the wee hours of May 18th to find out I was miscarrying.... yet again.... which led to an ectopic pregnancy and my first ever hospital stay. So, for me May 17th is just a sad day.

HOWEVER, May 17th 2012 is amazing! Why? Because I woke up to the most precious cry this morning (which I am not going to lie, at 6:00am really annoyed me) reminding me that all of our dreams have come true. We are parents to the most amazing little boy! He is absolutely precious, and I mean SERIOUSLY precious. I can't wait to show him off, and don't mind being arrogant because I had nothing to do with this genetic makeup! He is so cute, I know 100% that my husband and I could not have created cuter. Have I mentioned that I cannot wait to show him off?

Happy Birthday, dad. Wish you could have met him...