My complex relationship with spring
35 weeks 2 days
The only time of the year when nature mocks me.
In the spring the miracle of new life is everywhere.
Tulips that we planted last fall appear and bring new life.
Ducks have tiny little ducklings.
Raccoons have tiny raccoons.
Some infertiles find Christmas to be the hardest time of the year.
For me, it’s spring, where even nature mocks me.
Except this spring.
This spring I feel light in my step, I happily look on as the flowers bloom, and I can not wait to see the first set of little ducklings.
It’s amazing what the generosity of one women can do to make your life so much better, and M has totally changed our life, without her I would be facing another depressing spring.
Instead, I am anxiously anticipating the birth of our 2 little people.
And according to the OB, that birth will not be happening anytime soon. She is hoping, and thinks it is possible for M to go until MAY 16th (aka 37 weeks and 6 days).
PS. M has NSTs scheduled for Friday and next Thursday just to keep an eye on what the babies are doing.
Some signs of new life from our garden: