A new year.
This time last year, I was waiting to ovulate on my first clomid cycle.
Hoping for change.
Hoping for the wee one that is nursing peacefully at my breast, as I type with one hand.

This last year flew by in a whirlwind-I waited to get past twelve weeks, then to feel her move, to feel that first kick. To deliver.
I have a feeling this year is going to pass even quicker.

For that, I am sad.
But I am also looking forward to relaxing in this moment. Every moment. Not waiting impatiently for anything- nothing is coming late.

We can just be.
Me, my husband, and our little monkey.