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.
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I'm sorry. =( However, as long as there's hope, there's always a chance.
Your strength is inspiring. Thank you.
Hope can be such a wonderful thing and it can be a heartbreaking thing too! I was right there with you this month - mental I tell you! Sending big hugs...
I "lurk" on your page from time to time, Im sorry it hasn't happened yet, but I do have a question for you, have you ever considered becoming a foster parent? I think you would be perfect for it. You don't have to respond, just something you may want to consider until you start having children.
Right there with you Michelle...You inspire me to not give up. Maybe we can get together and talk sometime...If you don't mind.
Hang on to that hope because sometimes that is all there is. I'm hoping for you too!
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