7 more days...7 more days till I find out if my dreams come true or if my world falls apart.
Today I'm having a hard time dealing with that fact. The 2WW is no longer a time of hope. It's no longer a time of trying to stop myself from doing HPT every day. The thought of not seeing 2 pink lines scares me. Scares me enough that the thought of buying a HPT puts me into a panic mode.
I can't say I don't have hope. I always have hope. Hope and faith. If I didn't have hope I would have given up on this a LONG time ago. However the 2WW is dreadful. Every day that goes by I start to panic more. Will my dreams come true or will my dreams be crushed?
I would love more then anything to go through the summer pregnant. I would love to be able to know when my DH graduates that we have a baby on the way. And I'd love to have a November baby. Nothing like having a good excuse to stay home all day (being a new mom I could stay home and not drive in the snow!)
3 comments:
Hang in there! I hope the rest of your 2WW goes by quickly so you don't have to be in agony anymore. I hope it ends with a BFP for you! Wishing you the best... M
You've made it one week. Good job! You are three weeks pregnant right now, didn't you know? The weekends are the worst unless you keep very very busy! Good luck!
I will continue to pray for you and your embies. . . Just noticed there is another "M" blogger writing you now :)
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