A year ago on October 21, I got the best news of my life. After what felt like million months of negatives, I finally saw this:
My excitement could hardly be contained, and even though I spent the entire day researching cute ways to tell Jason he was going to be a daddy, I decided to let him find out how I found out. So when he got home from work, I told him that I wanted to take a pregnancy test. He gave me grief saying there was no use in setting ourselves up for disappointment a wasting a test until I had completely missed my period. I assured him that after this many months, I was getting pretty used to the disappointment so it wouldn't be that big of a deal. He reluctantly agreed and after 60 seconds of staring at the screen, the magic word appeared! We were so excited, but I don't think either of us imagined at that point just how much joy that little baby was going to bring into our lives.
We love you Norah!