It’s hard for me to write a post today. We are in the in-between time of insemination and test taking. It is like a purgatory of sorts, and it sucks your brain up zombie style. I can’t focus on anything else. In a week, my life could be headed in a different direction. Or it won’t.
You see how this could be confusing.
It is stormy here today, I don’t think the sun ever really rose. B has been off work all week, and if we weren’t constantly wondering about a baby, we would be worried about finances. But we live two lives, sometimes. We had breakfast together, ran our errands, had a nice lunch together, watched movies, had a late dinner . . . luxurious, in a way.
I’m sitting here today, knitting while he watches sports, feeling like it’s Sunday even though it’s the middle of the week. Trying not to worry. He sees me, and says: you have to keep the faith. You HAVE to KEEP the FAITH.
It’s raining, and gray. The wind is blowing the trashcans set out for trash day all over the street. It’s hard out there, but it’s hard in here too. I don’t know what keeping the faith means sometimes.