No, I’m not referring to some scary, depressing hormone-induced crazy-talk I’m prone to today, but right this moment I’m okay. I started spotting last night, 12dpo, and for a moment I was sad that the last cycle was coming to an end. Poor Hubster hasn’t gotten much nooky in the last couple of months and talked me into SexyTime saying it would make me feel better. YEAH RIGHT! But it did. Connecting with him that way was exactly what I needed. It reminded me that we are in this journey together and while it has hurt our relationship at times, it has ultimately strengthened it. Oh and the most important thing I remembered is that one day we will see the fruit of our labor. LITERALLY. 😉 😉
I have accepted that this is our family-building journey. And instead of being pissed off about it, I am grateful for it. I don’t know where that came from, but maybe it’s because the despair and “hitting bottom” didn’t work? I don’t know. All I know is today I welcome this journey and I know in my heart that one day I will have my baby.