A year ago today, I found out I was pregnant.

Weird that that should be on my mind so much today. I passed what would have been my due date for that baby with less of a blip on my radar than this... and I was still waiting to get pregnant then.

I'm not sad, exactly, it's just heavy on my mind.

... and the fact that today I felt one of RiceCake's strongest kicks, the very first one I've ever felt from the outside, seems like a good sign. It was the reassurance I needed to feel, and brought things full circle, from the child I lost, to the one I'm now carrying. A reminder to look ahead more than I'm looking back.