Hope has many definitions, but to me, an infertile it is more than just a word with a definition…
Hope allows me to think about the amazing possibilities of this journey we call infertility. I still cannot actually believe that we are embarking on the IVF road. It is beeg, very very beeg. But as soon as I catch myself thinking of the beegness and the possible pitfalls, I take a deep breath and allow hope to shine through… cos this has to be a conscious decision, to allow hope to shine through.
Hope allows me to think about how happy our families will be when we announce that we are indeed pregnant. Hope allows me to start thinking about what we are going to name our children. Hope allows me to wonder whether I will suffer from morning sickness or not. Hope allows me to imagine how my tummy will look once it is swollen and full of life. Hope allows me to imagine the feelings and emotions of actually feeling that first flutter of life inside my belly. Hope, hope is what gets me through each and every day of this journey.
Hope is addictive and I am well on my way to being a junkie.