A year!

It's been exactly a year! Well, a year and a day. Exactly a year ago, he was with me, though. Which is kind of weird for me to think about. Exactly a year ago tomorrow is the last day I had him. I'm not looking forward to it so much...I took his birthday and placement day off. Yesterday wasn't quite as tough as I was thinking it would be, but I was glad I took it off anyway. I wouldn't want to have gotten there and been a mess the whole time.

I guess I haven't written anything here in a really long time. I got married! To the birthfather, interestingy enough.

I always told myself when I was pregnant that if I thought there was anyway he and I could work things out and be together, I wouldn't have to place. I did, and we worked things out anyway. At first that was really tough, because I started doubting everything I had done, but I came to terms with it eventually. I don't regret anything anymore, but I do wish circumstances had been different.

Anyway, I'm going to try and write more. The initial shock has worn off somewhat, so I'm feeling less wordy and connected than I was when I used to write, but I do want to try.