same as it ever wasPosted: September 18, 2008
3 years ago, I was sitting on my porch, on the swing to be exact, writing about “My Journey Through TTC.” Ok, I didn’t call it that, because I don’t call things journeys unless there is real movement of bodies through space involved. But you get the idea. A year ago, I started blogging and cut and pasted that snippet from 3 years ago into one of my first posts. (So it’s really more than a snippet – you don’t have to go read it.)
So here I am, on the porch again, 3 years and 2 weeks since I started trying to knock myself up. Upstairs, on my dresser, is a positive htp.
Holy fucking shit, y’all.
There’s a vial of my blood at the lab, awaiting a beta and a prog check. As Bri says, clap your hands if you believe in hCG.
And cross everything you’ve got that this is a take-home baby.
(All you local kids can just keep this under your hats, yes?)