I ran in to my friend R in the parking lot of the dollar store. Oddly enough she had just called me as we ran into each other. We do that sort of thing a lot. Anyway, I was there buying tests. She tried to get me to buy them and pee in the Target bathroom. I didn't give in because I really wanted to wait until tomorrow mornings FMU. More than that though, I wasn't sure I could keep my shit together in a public restroom when I was inevitably disappointed. Again.
She texts me hours later to give me her hopes and mojo and I just feel worse. She was so sweet and said beautiful things to me about knowing I will be a good mother and I cried. Again. Just like I am now... This process just SUCKSFUCKINGLLAMABALLS. If I have failed to mention that before.
Where in the hell did this person come from? I don't know her. I am always the person who works everything up in her head, not down. I am not a Debbie Downer. I dream, I make plans, I work myself too hard to do nice things for other people, I cheer up down friends. Not that you could tell around here... Sorry, there I go again.
I hope tomorrow goes the way we've hoped/prayed. More than anything I've ever wanted/dreamed of/hoped for, etc. But if it doesn't... I might need some serious help. I will go forward. I will make doctors appointments and put one foot in front of the other because someday this is going to work out. Someday I am not going to be writing posts about being an emotional basket case. They will be filled with cute baby pictures and my going on and on about how J and I created the worlds most gorgeous child.
Well, I'm not sure where I started, or how I rambled for so long. But, that's where I'm at right now. Take it, or as I would recommend, leave it.