You didn't think we'd make it through this IVF madness without a few of these, did you?
I have to say, Mo took it like a man.
In the throes of my absolute fury this morning about something quite trivial, he first attempted to hide himself in the covers, not un-ostrich-like. But when I melted into a puddle of sobs on the floor, he managed to be both soothing and comforting. "It's going to be okay," he murmured as he stroked my back.
"But. . . .but. . . .what if it's NOT?" I wailed. "What if this doesn't work? What if I never get to be a mother? What if I never get to hold my babies and kiss their faces and. . . ." I choked out.
"It's going to work."
"But. . .what if. . . ." (as I wiped copious amounts of snot on his T-shirt).
"Give it a chance, babe. It's going to be okay."
(sniffle, snort, wiiiiipe)
"Let's just take it one day at a time."
Huh.
For once, I think he may be on to something.
Score one for Mo.
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I agree with Kym...good job Mo. I'm rooting for you, sweetie!
ReplyDeleteOK, when I check your blog daily, no posting. I miss a couple of days of checking and you have a major crisis. (for some reason your blog still isn't updating to bloglines--my normal mode of bloggy-upkeep)
ReplyDeleteI am just now getting caught up. (((hugs))) Sorry for my delay.