Three years ago tomorrow, September 8, I told my dad I thought the cycle had worked. It was at my cousin's wedding, a gorgeous day, beautiful ceremony, beaming bride and groom.
It had been two weeks since the IUI. I didn't even use the P-word, even though the pee-sticks couldn't get any darker. I still have one in my nightstand drawer. Everything else from that period is in C's office or at the community thrift store.
Oh, and all the emails from that period of time, conveniently labeled/foldered for easy access. The joy -- tentative, as the pee-sticks grew darker, as the betas came in and doubled beautifully, the potential ultrasound...two sacs, two heartbeats...
So much to look forward to. I want that again.
I'm trying. Trying to look forward. Working on it.
7 comments:
What a beautiful recounting of this precious memory. I'm so sorry for your loss.
What a beautiful memory... Hugs...
i want that for you xx
I want that for you too.
awwwww. ((((hugs))))
So sorry you are going through this. I can't even imagine what you have been through. I remember the day we told our FIL about our first pregnancy and how excited he was. It crushes me to know that it was all taken away.
Funny how much the sweet memories can hurt. I hope you get there soon, to that place where there's a lot to look forward to.
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