A block away from work there is a great little pasta shop. They serve great pastas to take away and I can sometimes fool myself that the butternut ravioli they serve is almost a healthy lunch. But this little shop means so much more than just a good lunch to me.
The other day at lunchtime I wandered across to the pasta shop and was flooded by memories of last year. The last time I picked up lunch there I couldn’t have parmesan on my pasta as the smell brought out the worst of my morning sickness nausea and I couldn’t have chilli because that exacerbated my terrible pregnancy heartburn. But as I approached the shop that day I was mostly flooded of memories of today a year ago when Chris and I sat down at a little table outside the shop and made a phone call. A call to our clinic to get the results of our Beta test from our fourth IVF. A call that would change our lives immeasurably. We sat outside that shop and laughed and cried at the same time and got strange stares from people passing by. Strangely one of the things I remembered most clearly was Chris going in to order us drinks and me saying if they didn’t have decaf coffee I wouldn’t have a coffee, because I was finally pregnant!
What a year it has been. I am not sure I can adequately find the words to express how my life has changed. But I will always have such strong memories of this day a year ago, the song I heard as I walked into work, the smell of coffee, the noise of traffic, the tear in my sister’s voice when we broke the news, the squeeze of my MIL when we told her, the overwhelming joy and disbelief that we had finally arrived.