I turned 25 yesterday. To some of you that sounds young – maybe to a lot of you in fact – and I know in my head that it is. But if I’m being honest, this was the first birthday I have ever somewhat dreaded. I always love my birthday. I always make a big deal out of it, and love it when others do the same. This year just felt a little different.

I know beyond the shadow of a doubt that the heartbreak we experienced last month has affected everything since then. I thought I would be a mom by now and while Beyond that, I had in mind that I would be somewhere different at 25 – it always felt like such a big age to me growing up. Now that I’m here, it doesn’t feel as big – but it does feel a little more serious and a lot more scary than any other year...