I feel compelled to say something, although I’m not exactly sure what.
I don’t think there is anything I can say that would accurately describe all that I (and my husband) have experienced during the past few months. Suffice to say that losing a parent is a very difficult thing. I would like to take this opportunity to thank every one for their very kind comments.
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And so, to return to the topic at hand. This month was supposed to be the big return to action. You know, in our grand plan to try and take home an actual baby. It’s the first time in months that my husband and I were in the same place at the same time and both feeling like we were ready to go ahead. We agree that now that I have reached the ripe old age of thirty-eight, it’s the business end of this whole deal. It’s time to get serious, y’all! I mean, what on earth have we been doing all these years?
In the event, it turned out to be a rather half-baked attempt. But lo, an attempt was made, and now we wait. How will we pass the time during yet another infernal two week wait? How will we ever withstand the excruciating suspense of inevitable disappointment?
There is one point upon which you can rest assured, dear readers. Passing the time during the next two weeks most certainly won’t involve wild nights filled with rampant and spontaneous non-duty sex. Of that I am quite sure.
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Thank you for popping your head up. I’m shocked that you are not grieving by having tons of elaborate sex. SHOCKED.
In reality, I’m impressed that you could pull of the attempt. I hope you can pass the time by being good to each other (as it seems like you always are) and perhaps drinking a lot of tea. Sending you fond thoughts.
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Andie!!! You’re back! I’ve been wondering about how you’ve been so I’m glad to see an update.
Be kind to yourself dear, life is so awfully, suckily terrible sometimes. But I am glad that you were both in the same place at the right time this month and that you managed to give Mr Andie’s joystick a whirl. You just never know.
And I hope that this is it.
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I have been thinking of you and wondering. I can say with half baked attempts, at least you put something in the oven.
My thoughts are with you. I know that losing your parent can be hard and I can only imagine what these months have been like.
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I am glad you are back. Take care. It all starts with something, even a half baked attempt is something.
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