I had one of those "I've come a long way" moments today.....
Every year my work has several flu shot clinics and I always get one because a) I've had the flu and it's miserable, b) the shots are free, c) I don't have time to be sick, and d) I work with college kids who are pretty much germ cesspools.
Anyway, I was filling out the paperwork and got to the "could you be pregnant" line where I could, for the first time in years, confidently check the "no" box knowing that there was no chance that I am pregnant, not even a little one. And you know what? I was ok. In fact I was a bit relieved that I didn't need to have the awkward conversation with a nursing student that I might be pregnant but I probably wasn't. A year ago it took everything I had to not burst into tears over this stupid question.
I've felt like I haven't been making much progress on my grief lately, like my wheels have been spinning. I've been feeling restless with life. But this was a sign of progress, subtle as it was, and I feel good about it.