Uh, not sure what to say??

My mom got in LATE last night. She missed her original flight (long story). Tyler is happily playing with her now, and in a little while we'll be leaving to head south to visit my grandparents for the day.

Warning, triggers (may be sensitive material): Anyway, one year ago today I got a positive pregnancy test. I was elated, absolutely elated, as I had been charting and all that jazz for almost a year in an attempt to get pregnant (of course we weren't "trying" for a full year because you'd need your partner to be in the same country for that to happen....but that's a whole different vent). So, anyway, on January 19th I woke up to a dream that I was pregnant, and against my better judgement, I took a test. Positive! Well, the pregnancy had problems almost from the beginning, which I tried to overlook and be optimistic, but 1 month and 1 day later I got the news that there was no longer a heartbeat (I had seen his/her little heart beating just 6 days before that). So, at 9w1d I learned I miscarried. Anyway, I'll spare you the brutal details because I'd prefer to not focus on that, but almost a full month later I had to go in for a D&C. Here I am, one year later, still trying. I had hoped not to reach this milestone. I was devastated on September 24th, my due date, but I honestly didn't think I'd ever get to the one year anniversary of my positive test. So, in a nutshell, I think this is a big contributor to my "funk" I described a few days ago. Just wanted to get that off my chest. Hopefully I haven't upset anyone.