Box of Hope and Hell
I’m working on a recap that’s gotten bigger than I ever intended, and I’ve quickly realized that I’m not going to be able to post it today. So until Monday, I’m just going to leap to the end of that “Things I’ve Been Up To Since August” list and shout out the biggest topic on it. More than anything else that’s happened, I’ve wanting to write about this one thing. And at the same time, have been utterly afraid to.
Afraid to be angry. Afraid to be sad. Afraid to sound bitter. Afraid to make other people feel bad. Afraid to lose friends. Afraid to look bad to potential employers. Because ALL of these things have happened.
But you know what? I HATE being afraid. It’s pointless and wasteful and doesn’t do a THING for you unless you’re directly being threatened by axe-murders or vampires or sexy-beast werewolves. In that case, yes. RUN YOUR ASS OFF.
Last week, this ginormous box of IVF drugs arrived at our house. After 3 months of waiting and testing and several sessions of crying.
Today I started taking them.
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Hope your ultrasound went well. Hoping for the best for you and Trav.
Mom
(((BIG HUGS))) Sending you lots and lots of baby dust! You guys are in my prayers!
I’m sending you lots of love and baby wishes! Miss you guys and wish that all wishes would come true!!
*sends her hugs*
Jules, you know we love you no matter what. In the words of my father:
It will all work out for the best.
It’s completely a non answer, but somehow, always true. If you get pregnant or not, there’s a reason for it, and blessings will follow. You just have to keep you eyes and heart open.
Best of luck with all of it.
~Rose