She has patiently and lovingly dealt with all my ups and downs this year- some of them hormone induced, some of them pure frustration. She remained optimistic, even when I was unable to do so. She has oh-so-slyly swapped wine glasses with me so our friends and family wouldn't pick up on the fact that I wasn't drinking. She has attended dozens of boring appointments. When she saw that her mother was planning on serving sandwiches for lunch she pretended that she really wanted her sandwich grilled, so that I could have my sandwich grilled too without arousing suspicion. (you know-the whole listeria thing). She has showered me with raw milk cheese and other forbidden foods as a consolation after each BFN. She has asked all of my pressing medical questions in Dr.Google, and filtered out the horror stories that would make me crazy. She has worn her lucky penguin socks to every appointment since my retrieval. Now that I've finally gotten a BFP, she has indulged my every craving. When I saw ice cream on TV today and said it looked good, she had her coat on within seconds to run to the store to pick up a pint.
So to all of you non-gestational moms out there, I hope you know how much you are appreciated. Elizabeth, you are everything to me. I don't know how I would have gotten through this last year without you. I love you now more than ever.