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Paging through my Domino: Book of Decorating last night, I decided to challenge myself and my emotions (why? I have no idea) and venture into the childrens’ rooms section.
This one made me cry.
How easily would this room fit into our home…how easily would a baby fit into our lives…how difficult has our fight to get there been?
I start fertility injections in February. and I’m terrified.
Let me clarify that I’m terrified of needles in general, and exceptionally so of the description of the “deep tissue injection” that P is supposed to administer (yeah, right. I couldn’t be more excited to live relatively near my nurse-cousin.).
I’m not scared of the actual baby, Jackson or Emmerson, as of now :)