A Decision Has Been Made.

First off I must say a huge, heartfelt thank you to the women who read and write on my blog.  Also for the amazing emails of support and encouragement I get.  They are the difference between me carrying on versus becoming a huge bloody bowl of emotional jell-o.   Feedback is like warm fuzzy hugs from a best friend.... hot soup after coming in from a long day in the snow.... you get the picture.  Thank You!

Knowing that there are people out there who actually understand, who actually care about what happens to us is quite overwhelming.  To date, only a handful of family have acknowledged this staggering loss we've experienced, and it truly adds insult to injury.

Is it because they are used to it?  Do they think I'm too old and that it's hopeless, so why encourage me?  Do they think I deserve it?  Do they think we are used to it?  Maybe it's just too uncomfortable for them.  I just can't quite see myself not offering some sort of support to someone I was close to, or even simply knew as a casual friend. 

I don't expect sympathy flowers or cards - I'm not that into my own grief.. but when my little brother came to me and said "I'm really sorry things didn't work out, I hope you guys are okay", my heart just melted and I felt that my loss was somehow honored just a little bit.  That little spark of life, that David and I talked about and dreamt about and already started to love was somehow more... justified by someone else recognizing the pain we experienced from losing that spark, that dream, that hope. 

Okay.  Whining aside.  First off, let me catch you up on how I'm doing. 

I'm doing fine.   That reminds me of a joke we used to say amongst my twenty-something friends.  If you were 'fine', it meant: Fucked up, Insecure, Neurotic and Emotional.  Saying you were fine was code for "I'm having an emotional break down, call the loony bin and make sure my bed is reserved". 

Of course, I am not twenty-something anymore and I am honestly talking about being fine.  Hmmmm lets explore the word.

fine  adj. fin·er, fin·est

1. Of superior quality, skill, or appearance: a fine day; a fine writer.


2. Very small in size, weight, or thickness: fine type; fine paper.


3.   a. Free from impurities.


      b. Metallurgy Containing pure metal in a specified proportion or amount: gold 21 carats fine.


4. Very sharp; keen: a blade with a fine edge.


5. Thin; slender: fine hairs.


6. Exhibiting careful and delicate artistry: fine china.

7. Consisting of very small particles; not coarse: fine dust.


8.    a. Subtle or precise: a fine difference.


       b. Able to make or detect effects of great subtlety or precision; sensitive: has a fine eye for color.


9. Trained to the highest degree of physical efficiency: a fine racehorse.


10. Characterized by refinement or elegance.


11. Satisfactory; acceptable: Handing in your paper on Monday is fine.


12. Being in a state of satisfactory health; quite well: I'm fine. And you?


13. Used as an intensive: a fine mess.
 

Yes, I would think that fine is the right word to describe how I am, with more than one definition being appropriate.  While looking up the word... I came across these.. which get the idea of the word across in a much more dramatic fashion.

 

i wonder who pays the $200...

yeah.  i can see that you are. (hugs)

Zara Phillips declared herself "fine" despite suffering a fall at the Bramham International Horse Trials which today forced her to withdraw from the rest of the competition.

(and they say to get right back on the horse after a fall.  i feel her pain - should i also withdraw?)

these are fine, too.

 

Well.  you get my point.   I'm fine.  Whatever that means!

 

I actually spent the weekend doing very productive things.  Cleaning, cooking - oh gawd I do love to cook, helping my wonderful mom out with some cleaning and shopping, and writing this lovely blog page of course.  I'm about to go scrub my bathroom and dust the living room and vacuum, which will make me feel especially productive and useful.  Right after I put the second batch of homemade buns in the oven. HA!  "BUNS IN THE OVEN. "

 In the words of my favorite alien, Alf, "Ha! I KILL ME!"

Wow.  I am seriously avoiding.  Okay, dammit.  We've made a decision.  Actually, David did.   I left the timing of the next IVF to him, just laid out my thoughts for him to ponder and ponder he did. He wants us to get right back in the race.  Jump back in the saddle.  Keep paddling for shore.  You know.  Do it again, right away.  I agree.  Although I now equate trying to conceive more with heartache and pain and sadness than actually getting a baby, I am still hopeful and excited and have a possibly retarded thread of golden hope that I lovingly toy with from time to time. 

Looks like the end of September we'll be going for our second IVF.  Yay.  Anyone wanna come keep me company in Vancouver for three weeks?