Wednesday, September 30, 2009


I love the Boy, but he keeps saying, "I know this time it worked. I just feel it." In some circles, that's a pretty reasonable thing to say, but not to me.

I don't know how to have hope yet not feel so devastatingly disappointed each time I am not pregnant. I don't want to rob this entire process of joy and hope and optimism, but I am thinking I'd rather be pleasantly surprised than disappointed.

Unfortunately, while I can intellectualize hope out of the process, emotionally I can't actually kick the habit. Apparently I am a glutton for punishment.

1 comment:

  1. That's a pain I know. I thinks it's impossible not to get your hopes up a little each time. I don't know if it helps, but this is not a path you're going down alone.