Often after a failed treatment (ok after each and every big treatment I’ve had fail) I decide that it’s time for us to let our hair down, to chill and get wild and remember that before we were trying to have a baby we were just people who loved each other and had fun with each other. Time to remember that there is more to our relationship than just trying to procreate.
So it worked out just fine and dandy that my cousin’s wedding fell within a week of our failed fresh IVF # 2. The wedding was held in the middle of the bush at a place called Bundu Lodge and when we arrived there on Friday, I was stressing for the bride and groom – it was POURING with rain… And they did not have a back up plan for the outside in the middle of the bush wedding! Thankfully Mother Nature played nice and the sun came out in all it’s glory for their wedding day…
We really let our hair down and partied the night away. It felt so good to just be Cliff and Sam the husband and wife, Cliff and Sam the people who loved each other, and Cliff and Sam who are more than the people they’ve become through their walk with infertility.
I wish I could rememer to be those people more often.