Going through infertility and accepting it means mourning the firsts: your child's first Christmas, their first baby tooth, their first lost baby tooth, and their first word. All those firsts at one time seemed like little joys I wouldn't ever experience. It made me sad, but I got over it. Then low and behold, we get our own set of firsts that are just as touching and amazing.
Today we're getting ready for our first sleepover with Rosie. The house had to be cleaned. Mike's locking down access to the Internet on all of our gadgets: the Wii, the PS3 and our upstairs computer. Of course, there is a lot of stuff I didn't have time or energy to get to, but that's usually how life goes.
Rosie has asked to go ice skating, but we'll have to see if there's time. Mike and I are both feeling weary from all the driving to and from Pine City--and it's only been one week! Thankfully, the transition is just 3 more weeks and then there will be so many first: her first day at school in Minneapolis, our first family dinner after a busy day, her first time doing homework here, and her first time meeting all of our friends and family.
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So excited for all the firsts that are coming your way and that you have already experienced. Have a wonderful weekend with your daughter.
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