As I was getting ready this morning I looked down at my thighs and saw all of my bruises from the shots. I like to think of them as my battle wounds. The pain is for a greater purpose. The way I choose which leg to have the shot done in is strictly based on which leg has the least amount of bruises. And if it sounds like I feel sorry for myself it's because I do. It ain't fun.
Today at work my new co-worker was talking about his cousin. He said they have been "wondering if she's a lesbian and once she did that procedure. . . .you know, the one where you get knocked up. . . what's that called? . .. then they knew she must be."
Yes people, the procedure is called in vitro. And I have to laugh. I'm sure I say stupid crap in the midst of other people's suffering all the time.
It is so important for us to share the hard parts of our lives right now. We both completed our Master's programs a few weeks ago (minus my thesis), we have a great marriage, a wonderful community of people who love us, we are both good at what we do and are continuing to grow into who we want to become.
And I am always floored by my sadness because something is truly missing. What a wonderful gift to our child. . . to be wanted to badly even before (s)he is created.
Now I just have to find out how to do that procedure where I can get knocked up . . .unless, of course, that makes me a lesbian.
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