I am in awe of the power of hope.
It has been nearly six years since I started trying for a child. This means approximately 75 cycles waiting, wondering, and ultimately being disappointed.
This cycle was a little bit late. I had every reason in the world to believe pregnancy wouldn’t happen this time. Why should this one be different than the 74 cycles that came before?
But that hope was still there. Smaller than before, harder to find, but impossible to deny.
Inevitably, it always ends the same, as reality rears its ugly head. I am fortunate that I don’t go through the entire grieving process with each disappointment, as I used to.
Instead I just marvel at the persistence and unwavering that is HOPE.