Whoosh*

I had to post this brief exchange between me and Catch from this morning because I don’t want it to disappear amidst a sea of “headed home,” “leftovers for dinner,” or “we need a wambulance.” (The latter meaning, “We are on a walk and Rolo is refusing to move his legs. Can you come pick us up?”)

Every once in a while, she surprises me by saying the exact right thing at the exact right moment, and I want to hold onto it forever.

Onward, upward, forward, etc. TTC cycle #5 will kick off with a nice round of Clomid–hopefully sometime in mid-October, but really, I should just keep my predictions to myself and shut my damn mouth because there isn’t ANYTHING about TTC that has gone according to ANY plan–A, B, or otherwise.

I get so angry/sad/frustrated thinking about this total chaos that sometimes it’s hard for me to stick to my beliefs. I am one of those crazy people who really believes that everything happens for a reason. I know this difficulty is going to serve some purpose in my life. At some point. I can’t see it now, but someday it will click.

This thing–creating a life, starting a family, becoming a parent–is so much bigger than the ability of my ovaries to ovulate within a reasonable time frame. I need to drag my focus away from these two egg producing masses and toward the bigger picture.

*thats the sound of the towel being thrown in

 

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