Am I losing the run of myself with this whole 'child' thing?
This afternoon we discovered that this month, yet again, it's not to be.
I'm not a religious person by any means, but over the past months I've found myself clinging to the notion that "someone somewhere" is deciding when the right time would be.
I play this off against my rational side, saying that we have to prepare physically before we'll succeed. Which we have done.
Now, I find myself face to face with the fact that neither channel for my thinking has brought about our desired result, and now, I just don't know which way to turn. I'm lost.
People say that any fool can become a parent, and that it's being a good one that's difficult. I'm under no illusions as to how hard and taxing it would be.
I am literally, ready, willing and able, yet falling at the first hurdle, again, and again, and again.
I just want the chance, thats all.