I'm surely bigger today since this was taken last week, and I held nothing back for Christmas. It was almost like I couldn't stop eating. Anyway, it's so amazing and strange to me that all of this is even happening to me. At this time last year, I believed that getting pregnant was just not in the cards for me, and I always believed that if I got pregnant, I would have all of these complications. I thought I would lose my baby or that she would have severe medical problems. At almost 25 weeks, I know I'm not out of the woods yet, but as of the anatomy scan, all looks well with my sweet girl. As I look back upon my life, specifically over the course of 2017, I feel like this was the year of "finally." I finally got to travel. I finally have a house. I finally found a doctor who believed me when I told her something was wrong. I finally received treatment for my pcos instead of "here's some birth control. Also lose weight." I finally got pregnant. Yes, 2017, gave me (and all of us) some difficult and stressful experiences (cough, Trump is still in office), but I do have to recognize the beautiful things that happened this year. I'm going into 2018 pregnant with my miracle baby, and my heart is so full.