Every month, I let myself get optimistic. And every month, I'm disappointed. I try not to be. Every month, it's like my personal mantra...it's gonna happen, it's gonna happen. But all I have to show is a huge ass bruise on my arm from the bloodwork. I may not have been trying long, but it hurts just the same. I know how badly it hurts Will too. He's so amazing, and so supportive, and it kills me that he's not a father yet. I see him with friends' kids...and it literally pains me.
Anyways, exciting news. Three friends are having baby boys, as well as my sister-in-law =D. So I get my baby dosage in other ways. Prayin' for healthy deliveries for all of them <3.
And I started babysitting Monday. It's going great so far. We watch Disney movies together, lol.
Hope this post finds everyone well <3.
I know how you feel girl! We weren't trying long and I would get upset. Now, 15 months later it hurts even more. I see Wes with smaller kids and think he would make a great big brother. We just have to keep thinking positive.
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