I’m trying to relax. It’s not working.
My fingers won’t stop visiting forums and other places where women (and I imagine – some men) talking about their fertility woes. I’m simultaneously jealous and happy for the women with their BFP*(!!!). Dude, the lingo alone has me googling every few minutes. So many acronyms.
K seems fine. Last night when I told him he should start drinking Mellow Yellow because of something I read on some board – he slowly, carefully closed the laptop and told me it was time for bed. His patience is remarkable – if he can keep this up, he’ll be one helluva dad. And I might just be able to get through this without losing my head to Google, MD.
In the meantime, I’m having a delightful life. I have this thought – this visualization about telling our family at Thanksgiving. If I can just dream of that moment enough, maybe it will come true.
*BFP = big fat positive
not to be confused with BFN or Big Fat Negative