It started, as many beautiful stories do, with a simple test and two pink lines.
A decade of marriage, a wonderful son and a family that felt complete.
My husband and I weren’t actively trying for a second child; our belief was that if it was meant to be, it would happen in its own time.
And so, we were surprised, but cautiously excited, to find out we were expecting.
This time, after a difficult history with miscarriage, we allowed ourselves to feel a glimmer of hope.
We passed the 12-week mark, shared the news with our ecstatic families and saw the pure joy on our son’s face at the thought of a sibling.
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