Last year, I went on a Pacific location on a “business trip”. It was fun and all, but I was in the midst of strangers, people I’d only worked with and or seen one or two times per year. During that trip, I was devastated to learn, as chronicled on this post, that I was not pregnant. Again. Worse still, I was a thousand miles from my Beloved or my support system.  The only thing that helped dry my tears was the prayers and support that many of you and many here at home provided, and the instinctual knowledge that we would one day be pregnant.  And so a year later, I’m headed back. But this time, with my Beloved. And the blessing of our twin babies in the womb.  

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