Cramps have stopped. The urgh feeling is subsiding. The thought of a 2 hour drive (I’m the driver) to attend a Christening is making me want to hide under my duvet. Babies, children, pregnant couples… GAH!! I am quietly whispering to myself, “I must be strong.” It’s my new mantra.
I’m so grateful that my bestie puts up with my constant infertility despair and moaning. I know my ramblings must become repetitive and tedious. Yet, she never fails to support:
If you’re wondering who topless Eric is and what that happy place looks like click here. True Blood fans will know exactly what I’m talking about.
P.s Note to said bestie.. thank you 😉 I love you.