It's still there. My uncomfortable week, that is. Which I suppose I can now call a month. Just in a funk, I guess. That hollowed out pit feeling in my stomach is back, as is the nagging feeling of desperation and fear. I've found myself on the verge of tears several times lately. I hate this, the feeling of vulnerability crossed with envy. Such an ugly hybrid.
I'm rewatching the entire Sex and the City series so in the spirit of Carrie Bradshaw....
"I couldn't help but wonder: When will it be our turn?"
It will happen Sweets. Love you more than words can say!
ReplyDeleteLove you, Mom
Sending you love and prayers. I know it isn't the same. But as we are wishing and hoping for #2 I am stuck between all of the emotions you are feeling, thankfulness for my son, and a feeling of selfishness. I don't fit in with many that have kids because they continue to have children without a second thought. I also don't fit in with many "infertiles" because I have Matthew. .. but I DO know what it is like to wish and hope and pray that one day it will be your turn in spite of the years that have passed.
ReplyDeleteI hope that came off the way I wished it to. With tenderness and care and a big hug.