We are still waiting on my nephew to be born. Last night I went to a party that we didn't think we could go to because we expected to be out of town, visiting the newborn. There was a 2 month old baby there which almost every woman there doted on and swooned over. I say almost because I didn't. I guess more accurately should say I couldn't. I survived five hours of that.
When I woke up this morning, I read a really fantastic blog article. It really spoke to me. It was about getting over infertility. I've lost the link but I am going to try to find it again. It got me thinking about a lot of things.
There were a couple of awkward moments, like when the Plebotomist came into the discussion late and thought I was coming in to say I was pregnant (I wish) and when someone else told me a story about two couples she knew that had infertility for five years and just got pregnant. I think she was trying to inspire me but all it did was make me feel sad. I had a big parking lot cry as I left the building. That parking lot has seen a lot of my darkest moments. Just driving back there after being away from it since the fall brought a lot of memories flooding back.
I'm so sick of meltdowns.
The day turned around though! D and I talked about a lot of things. We spent some time talking about where we live. It felt good to get it off my chest a bit. I've been waiting for a good time to talk to him about everything. There's never a good time to say "I'd like to move you away from your parents and all of your closest friends". He took it well though. We're still working this out, we don't have a plan as of yet.
We spent the afternoon relaxing in bed. First with me crying. Then it turned into talking, reading napping, cuddling, lovin', and more talking. Add in some plans to go out to dinner, and it really fixed me up!