The Eternal Guest Room

There’s not too much to report. We’re just waiting, waiting. Always waiting.

Waiting is hard.

It’s so easy for other people to marginalize the waiting. They say “it’ll happen” and “when the time is right.” It sounds great, but it’s super hard to believe it after waiting almost 3 years. Every month is a whole new wait, and every month is a whole new loss. We grieve our loss every month, and there’s no end in sight.

A friend once described this road as “living your life in 2-week increments.” There are the two weeks when you know for sure you’re not pregnant, and the two weeks when you think – and hope against hope – you might be. Rinse and repeat.

It messes with your head.

The waiting doesn’t sound so bad, but it really is.

Fortunately I’ve had a couple of great friends that have been really supportive – checking in on me and hanging out with me. One even came over with pumpkin bread, yarn, and crochet lessons. I can’t even tell you how helpful that’s been.

And that’s about all that’s going on right now.