Wednesday, January 11, 2012

May 10, 2011

My love,
It all comes down to patience. And waiting. Lots of patience and lots of waiting.
This is true for many parts of life, but it's especially true when you're trying to have a baby. It's almost funny; first you take for granted that you're going to have children, then you waste enormous amounts of energy trying *not* to get pregnant. Now granted, we haven't been trying to meet you for very long in the grand scheme of things, but it feels like an eternity.
That's what scares me about the patience and the waiting. If six months feels like forever, will it ever get better? I know in the end it will all be worth it when you make your introductions, but I admit right now patience simply isn't my strong suit. I am, however, so incredibly thankful for your father. He may never understand exactly what's going on in my head, or on these pages, but he's here for better or worse. We've been through a lot in our 11 years together, and I'm sure we'll come through this stronger than before.
I  must get to bed; early, early day tomorrow.


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