So here we are. 12 months on. And still nothing, nahda, zip, zero, zilch. No baby, no pregnancy and only intermittent periods.
Oh sheesh. Wait. I should have disclaimer’ed that before laying that out there. Watch out boys, uterus talk to follow.
Now, what was I saying… Yes, that’s it. So here we are, twelve months on, surrounded by the baby boom that was the last year, with still more babies on the way. And the anniversary passed. I wanted to say more. So I thought I would, now that I am home, warm, well rested and all that jazz.
There were a few close calls this week. By close calls I mean points of time where I could have lost it. Bawled my eyes out and huddled in a ball. Cursing the fates for not giving me exactly what it is I wanted, WHEN and HOW I wanted it. Sigh. There were a few little reminders that stung. You see I was at the Muster last year when I was completing the loss. I know, right. Camping. Of all places. So the whole thing felt like little jabs to my heart. But reassuring somehow, like life, no matter what, goes on. Until it doesn’t.
A friend I only see annually asked us when we were going to get on with this kid thing. Not knowing. In fact the last time her and I spoke about having kids was in uni when my opinion was very much, ah, no thanks, not until I’m a million years old. So, of course. So I told her. We talked. For a bit. About the whole kid thing. You know, as you do. And I proudly, despite the numerous drinks that were under my belt, held it together and had a big night of fun and frivolity. The likes of which wouldn’t have been possibly if a big d&m had ensued with tears and snot everywhere.
And you know what, I adore my Hubby. he is the sweetest, loveliest thing on the face of this planet. He remembered, of course, and quietly hugged me when I felt sooky. Held my hand tight when the remarks hit home. Got more cash out of the ATM when I told him I just wanted to party. Bless. I adore you Hubby. Like, you know, lots.
So there you go. 12 months on. We are not faring too badly. We are good really. Enjoying the current phase of our life. Optimistic about the future. Cuddling babies and volunteering to babysit whenever we can. We are planning a European adventure for next year. Bugger it. There is a whole world of joy and freedom for us that I guess it took us that time to get here. Were we sad last week? Yeah. On and off. Are we always sad? No, not any more.
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