It is with a huge amount of trepidation that I find myself here again.
To tell you the truth I don’t know what to say or where to start. It was a lot easier not being here. It felt normal and good. Life went back to the way it should be except for the glaring fact that we are still childless.
I can’t escape the harsh truth, can I? No matter how far I try to run, or how much other “stuff” I crowd into my life, the fact remains.
I’m okay you know. Just a little hesitant. I would rather forget all the hard stuff. Problem is, that as long I persue the fantastical notion of having children, I am forced to remember. I am compelled to come back here and address all my fears, worries, and pain.
It’s just that I would really rather not.