One year later.

It was one year ago, today. I stayed home from work, mostly because I didn’t want to go in, but also because I had a smidgen of illness on the side. Like, maybe, a sniffle. Or two. …ok so it was mostly because I didn’t want to work. The morning went quite nicely – what with the 3 movies I watched in bed before my feet even hit the floor. The moment I decided to drive to Target to buy pregnancies tests “because I’d never taken one and that’s what married people do periodically” is when things got crazy. Fast forward: two positive tests later, I was nearly hyperventilating as…