Seriously. Look up towards the blog header. See that ticker? It says SEVEN MONTHS. Anybody have the ability to fast forward time? I'm starting to get (continuing to get?) discouraged. I know our baby is out there. I know God has a plan for us. I know this is not a long wait compared to so many, but still . . .
During IF treatments, every month came with hope and disappointment. There would be a chunk of time where you hoped this would be "it" and a day of huge disappointment followed by days of barren feelings before hope popped up again. It's kind of the same but different now, and I still have those feelings probably more often than before. Every day I walk by a room that longs to be a nursery. Every day I think of cleaning out that room but can't because of fear. Every day I look at my pups and think of what great fursiblings they'll be. Every day I look at Mr. Rambler and long for him to be a father. Every day my heart wishes to be a mother. Every day we hope the phone will ring with THE Call. And every day we wait.