Well I still feel like an idiot but I guess everyone does something stupid at one point or another. No one is perfect and we all have moments that we are less than proud of. Basically someone needs to lock me up on my birthday week I think. Ugh. This is my last day of being 32, and what will I be doing? Getting my FET calendar and prescriptions. I’m SO excited but I’m SO scared it’s not even funny. Will these little guys take? And grow? Or am I just setting myself up for another round of heartbreak and grief? I secretly for some reason feel more confident going into this than I did the fresh. I JUST KNEW it wouldn’t last. I hope that my feeling of confidence is predictive and not just me hoping beyond hope…more later, I’m just rambling right now.
Countdown to 33