Mommies Here!

Once I get off of this ride, should I name my baby boy or girl Godot? Or would that be considered cruel and inhuman punishment?

So I am traveling for work and I am registered to attend a huge conference and, frankly, I don’t want to do anything. I just want to park myself in my room and look at my navel.

Emotionally, I feel as if I am in some kind of holding pattern. I feel as if all I do is wait. I am waiting for surgery, waiting for recovery, waiting to begin the TTC and then, the ultimate wait, some might say, is the TWW. Basically, I miss being on the hamster wheel.

I know that the surgery may increase my chances to conceive but it is hard to keep sight of that sometimes.

On the other hand, I know that this is just a moment in time and that this too shall pass.

I’m feeling very blah. I am sad that I am not on the TTC journey, at least not actively. I resent the fact that I’m now on an official detour, but I keep trying to remind myself that I should be using this time to ‘get it together’.

But I can’t quite figure out what that means. What would it look like for me to have my sh*t together?

I will keep blogging about it and maybe, just maybe, I will be able to figure out where this TTC journey is headed.

I am brainstorming new projects just to keep my mind off of my impending surgery. I think I might pick up needlepoint. It is something I used to do when I was young. I think it will remind me of my mom.

Or maybe I just miss needles after the injectible cycle?