BrokenBrownBelle: “The other side of my infertility” Part 4
Apologies for the delay, but even a year later, this post seems to be RIGHT on time.
The final installment of BrokenBrownBelle’s journey to her daughter, Buttercup.
Apologies for the delay, but even a year later, this post seems to be RIGHT on time.
The final installment of BrokenBrownBelle’s journey to her daughter, Buttercup.
What have I been up to? Where have I been? Catching up with The Broken Brown Egg.
No matter where this road is headed at this point, be it a massive fundraising campaign to raise adoption/IVF funds, or even the decision that our two-person home is quite enough, I have to be willing to look at the map.
And so do you.
You’re stronger than the sedative you may want to place on your dreams.
Many times I’ve gotten private messages from those who wonder if I personally have a spiritual take on my own situation. They ask me if I have a relationship with God. I do. A discussion on faith, and the results of my hysteroscopy.
Let me hip you to something I’ve been keeping silent for a while out of embarrassment, frustration, and a self-destructive need to make sure no one sees the kinks in my armor: I’m tired as hell.
You know how you visit a casino already knowing that the house always wins, but get pissed anyway when you lose? Yeah, that just happened. Finally, an actual infertility diagnosis.