This week I told a good friend of mine that L. & I are going through IVF. I don't know why I've kept it from her for this long, but I did. When I told her, some of the first words out of her mouth were, "Wow, I am so impressed with how strong you are. You are so brave."
I hadn't thought of it like that, and I tried to remember that today when I went to get my shiny, new chemistry set (aka IVF meds) from the local Fed Ex. I can't believe how many needles they can stuff into one carton. Trust me, they used every inch of that box - it's overflowing with liquids and potions (I half expected a little smoke to billow out when I finally got it open).
So, I'm focusing on my bravery as my good friend expressed to me this week. I am so grateful for her and her wonderful, warm understanding.
Meanwhile, I'm resisting the temptation to write a post on how I feel like the guest star in a science fiction flick about hormonal potions, vitrifcation, and embryos.
On with the journey...(I'm also going to resist the Wizard of Oz references today).
Off to acupuncture!
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