I’m tired of talking about my sister. Tired of letting her monopolize my blog. Surely, there will be days ahead (probably in the near future), where I will need to come here to complain about her once more, but right now we seem to be back on track and so let’s talk about other things…
If you’re here for ICLW, welcome and thanks for stopping by! I’m currently halfway through my two-week wait and am starting to feel anxious and get impatient. I do have one child already (who will be TWO in exactly three months! gasp!) and we lost a baby in April, which has completely wrecked me. This cycle, with the first opportunity to finally create another life, is the first time I have felt my hope soar in quite a while. It feels so good, and so terrifying, at the same time. To know my full story, you can read part 1 and part 2, or you can get it in a nutshell.
For those of you who have been with me for a while, you may remember that my husband tried but ultimately failed in getting me what I wanted the most (besides a baby, that is) for my birthday. Well, we went online to order exactly what I did want and it recently came in the mail:
It’s simple, but that’s perfect as I plan to wear it every day and it won’t get in the way or clash with much. On the left is my daughter’s November birthstone. On the right, is the birthstone for The Baby Who Almost Was, had he been born around his due date this coming December. Now, I can carry my two babies around with me wherever I go and that feels pretty good. Even though, of course, I have always carried them in my heart (SO cheesy to say it, but I just couldn’t resist…and it’s true!).
For a moment, as I have tried it on in all sorts of light and turned this way and that in the mirror to examine it from every angle, this necklace has served as a welcome distraction from more pressing matters…like Am I pregnant? Am I? Am I? Am I? But alas, I cannot really get my head to go anywhere else for more than a few minutes. I’m obsessing. Like, seriously. Like, a-preteen-girl-in-love-with-Bieber sort of obsessing. In my next post, I’ll let you obsess with me. Together, we can analyze the life out of every possible “symptom” I may or may not be having.
Please refrain from rolling your eyes.