I was having a great day. I don't know if it was the sunny day, having DH home from his trip, my little rant last night, or all three; but I was having a great day. I woke up in a good mood, got some much-needed shopping accomplished, had lunch with DH. And then, just like that, I could feel that little hole in my chest start growing. You know the one. The one that suddenly, painfully appeared when you found out there was a good chance you weren't having kids. Certainly not anytime soon.
And now it's back, and I have spent the afternoon reading blogs and crying in front of the computer.
Surely there's a better way.
My MIL called me this afternoon, to "talk about babies." She wanted to let me know that it's not the end of the road, and that I have no idea what God has in store for me. I have to admit, it's kind of nice having a MIL who went through MFI herself, back in the 60's. I certainly have more options than she did, which she reminded me. She wound up adopting my wonderful husband and my great SIL, which just goes to show, I guess.
Selfishly, it's not the thought of adopting or sperm donations or anything that is bothering me. It's the length of time it all takes. I have no patience, I guess.