As my week long vacation is fast approaching, I am still contemplating possibilities. The possibility of being pregnant, and the possibility that I'm not.
I'd like to say I haven't been thinking about it, but I have.
I'd like to say that I'll be fine if I get my period, but I won't.
Everyday is a struggle to keep my mind focused on anything but the possibilities that lie ahead.
After Mother's Day, in the midst of hopeless abandon, I wrote a poem to keep my heart from breaking. I have decided to share it here.
She is lovely
Her long brown curls
Tied up with purple ribbons.
She brings me
Bouquets of dandelions
To wish on.
He is mighty
His soft skin
Milky white with bright green eyes.
They burn like fire in my heart
A love I've never known.
They are ours
Though we don't yet know them.
We'll wish on dandelions
And burn the fire of our desire
To keep our hope alive.
And so I dream of the children we will have. Someday soon. Lots and lots of them! Because we WILL have them.
Day 21 of current cycle. Approximately ......... days post ovulation.
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