Not only is today our anniversary (Happy Anniversary, love!!), today also wraps up my year of blogging. Every day I have sat down to write a post, even if I can't edit and post it until the next day or a day later. Oops.
I've written a blog post every day, and I even wrote two on the day of the final court hearing.
In case you've missed some, all, or none, I figured you might be interested in a review.
Janurary kicked off a new year and a new semester. Angst would probably be the word of the month as we were gearing up to the final court hearing the first week in Feburary. A and I also found a church we liked and began attending.
In Feburary, we were dealt a devestating blow when the new judge ruled A be sent back to her mother a week later. Heartbreaking doesn't even begin to describe our feelings as we had to hand her over on that cold highway.
When NYEBoy went on a business trip in March for a week, I realized I should probably seek professional help after not getting out of bed for nearly a week except to eat or go to the bathroom. I also turned 27.
Throughout April I continued going to my weekly therapy classes. And then my mom stopped talking to me randomly. This, of course, lead to me continuing my therapy appointments for yet another reason. I also wrapped up my second semester in college.
In May, I began my third semester in college, began my low-amylose diet, met Maria, and began searching for the perfect place to move at the end of the summer.
In June, I continued going to classes, eating healthy, agreed on a place to move, finally talked to my mom again after having to bail my brother out of jail, heard a sermon given by Jimmy C@rter, celebrated A's 5th birthday without her, and finally got some new contacts after wearing the same trial pair for three years.
In July I finished my third semester in college, moved, had a visit with my mom, brother and A, and I crossed the 7 years of dealing with infertility mark.
In August, we finished getting settled in, I went a whole month without seeing my therapist, started my fourth semester in college, and my brother moved in with us.
September hit us with our second biggest blow of the year with a miscarriage. After dealing with infertility for seven years we had a miscarriage before we even knew we were pregnant. And of course this lead to even more depression, all the while trying to balance school. I also began a womens life stories group that has really helped in a different way.
In October and Novemeber I spent the majority of the time battling depression from the miscarriage. I was also hit with bronchitis for three weeks in November. By the time Thanksgiving arrived, I was struggling with finding things to be thankful for after such a horrible year.
In December, I finished up my classes, visited A for a few days, and spent Christmas with my mom, brother, and NYEBoy.
If you would have read this post to me a year ago, I would have thought you were joking. This has been one of the worst, if not the worst year of my life. But some how, some way, I survived.
I am not going to miss 2011 at all. It's been one hell of a ride I hope to never have to experince again.