I’m waiting to hear about something and I am so twisted about with anxiety I can’t even really process the possibility of it into actual words. It would be good, but nothing bad will happen if it doesn’t happen. Oh but the waiting! Torture. Awful, awful. Waiting is for people who have thicker skin and better relationships with hope. Once I find out the news, regardless of how the coin toss goes, I will say more.
In the meantime, if you find yourself with an extra star to wish on, an extra dandelion seed in the wind, a spare beam of positivity to shine – please do think of us.
Edited to add: Vague posting is pretty shitty when your roots are within the infertility blog community. So I’ll just say this is about a house and not about a lady town.