I have been really pondering this. Being on the other side of the trenches, at least for now, and feeling the ghost pangs of grief and fear and sheer bitterness when that damn period relentlessly showed her wicked head. And seeing/hearing/knowing of all the new pregnancies around me. Not only with our community but on fb and in life. I remember the utter devastation I had. And like all of those who have also posted, my hearts has tears for those courageous couples still fighting. It aches and mourns for all affected by this journey.
I don’t know if all of us will reach a family in the same way. I don’t know if all of us will be able to look IF in the face and smile because we have beat it at least one time.
But I do know this. This community, you lovely ladies, are exactly who I want to raise the next generation. You are who I want to lead and teach and love the little ones. You are all exactly what is needed for our communities future. Passionate, strong, resilient… The best women I know. The best friends I could have ever wished for in this journey.
So, please know regardless of what has happened for us right now, I am thinking and hoping and wishing for each and every one of you. Sharing in your victories and crying for any losses. And I wish I could make this all better, my happiness is by far matched by how much I know all these announcements hurt. I am sorry, dolls, desperately so.
For us, today, the beta is 284. Progesterone is 44.8. We are doing fine and I finally got to see that elusive smile from the Hubs. That joy in his eyes is the best thing I have ever seen in my life. This took 6 years this month, 6 years for those pretty pinks, but damn was it worth it.
We have so far to go, but like you all the Journey is not done yet. Thank you, lovelies…let’s see where this wild and crazy life takes us all.