Contented and pleased. That’s the way I feel right now, which is nice. I had a lovely, quiet weekend which is definitely contributing to my sense of peace. But the main reason is that while I was walking Seamus last night I realized how much progress I’ve made with how I’m feeling about fertility treatment. I was thinking about the new fertility center I’m going to try in January, about maybe checking out their website and contacting someone who I know used their services. And it hit me that I’m feeling hopeful again…and ready to start over.
It was funny, too. I was in just about the exact same spot where I was two and a half months ago when the whole notion of taking a break first occurred to me (as I was walking around with the dog, crying and hoping I wouldn’t run into anyone who wanted to talk to me.) I was so tired, and so stressed out and so unhappy about the whole experience. And terrified that taking a break was wrong, or stupid. But now, I know I made the right choice. Yay me.
