Although I was happy, I was also careful not to let myself get too caught up in the moment. Just three months later, we found out I was pregnant. When we returned from our trip with another cycle down the drain, I was crushed but also relieved that we would finally start getting some answers. I felt that the word surrender really captured the sentiment of what we were preparing to embrace for the foreseeable future. We had been trying for nearly a year and a half and had just started testing at a local fertility clinic. We were on a flight out to Nevada with some of our best friends and at the time Mike and I were still trying to conceive.

I remember when I finally decided on the word. As 2020 began sliding downhill however, it gradually became apparent how much I would need to cling to that idea given all the fear and uncertainty we amassed along the way. Given all that’s happened, I’m pretty sure when I chose it back in 2019, I had no idea just how relevant it would be. It seems a bit comical now, but my word for 2020 was Surrender.

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