One of the exercises I get my students to do when we work on developing their vocabulary and fluency is to pick five picture cards at random and then create a story around the five pictures. It is super fun and they love being so creative and making up hilarious and bizarre plots. So today I decided I would do my own blog version, specifically an infertility blog version, of course! I chose five pictures out of my blog folder where I keep all the cool pics I find and haven't used yet. So welcome to my random picture post:
Could this be true? It certainly makes it more achingly painful. I think I would have been excited about being pregnant regardless of whether I had had to wait or not. And as anyone who's been reading this blog for a while will know, I am really really bad at waiting. I don't want to wait the 6 months since the embolization before Mr. T's next semen analysis, despite all the experts telling us there's no point doing it beforehand. Bah! What do they know? It takes 74 days for sperm to be made and we, well he, is doing an SA soon after! I just need to know if things are improving, even if it's at a slow pace, I need to know that too. That's fair enough, I think?
Storm clouds. Ominous. But this is how I picture our journey down this long TTC road. The dark clouds representing the unknown - who am I kidding - the shit storm, we are probably traveling into. Somedays it seems that the embolization will be the answer to our prayers and other days, well, there's probably something else we don't know about yet. Something else that throws a spanner into our fertility works. You relate to that sense of doom too, right?
I love this picture. I guess you're never too old to learn new things. But you can be too old to TTC. Which totally sucks. However I think if I was getting near the age of these ladies in the picture, I should probably call it a day. Hopefully we won't have to wait that long. Sigh.
Eyes on the prize. This is what the craziness is all about. To have that little hand to hold, to squeeze, to kiss, to fall in love with. It seems like a far off dream that we can only wish and pray for. It feels like it will never really happen - life can never be that kind, can it?
But if it ever does. I-F. Fingers crossed. Prayers whispered. I will buy this onesie. I think Mr. T's efforts should be publicly acknowledged and celebrated. Don't you agree?
