Thanks for all the support. I wanted to report that the conversation with SIL went well and I feel as though I have cleared a hurdle. The air is somewhat clearer and I can now do what I needed to do all along – be genuinely happy for her and excited to be an aunt! Her reproductive situation has little (physical) bearing on our reproductive challenges – and just as I can be happy for her AND focus on what I need, she can be excited and scared about her pregnancy AND be supportive of us.
As I knew would be the case, we always do better in person, alone. I picked her up and we went to a diner (the cleanest I have *ever* seen!) on the water in Hoboken. The first 20 mins or so were getting settled in, getting a table, etc. So, I finally broke the ice by giving her a ‘trinket’ for protection. Something to keep her safe and let her know that I am excited for them and ready to be a part of this.
Overall – a really important use of my Saturday morning – followed by a traffic filled drive to an engagement party and then dinner with some out of town cousins.
Tonight begins a 25-hour period of reflection, Yom Kippur. It falls this year on the eve of our IVF#2. AF should start soon since I just finished the active BCPs – and now that the air is cleared with SIL, I have found a good acupuncture clinic and am taking steps to find an IRL therapist, I find I am in a good place.
Despite the gloomy rain in Brooklyn, DH and I are going to do the last thing that we need to before sundown – a ceremony called Tashlich – where you cast away sins from the past year by tossing bread crumbs into a body of living water (in our case, the stream in Prospect Park). I plan to try to cast off some of the negativity that has been weighing me down and spend some time with my thoughts to get back to the person that I know I am – not the person that seems to be posting all of these angry pieces on my blog. Like so many other IF blogs that I follow, I too struggle with the fact that the blog, while serving as a valuable outlet, really only shows one side of me. You all know a one-dimensional gracieinbrooklyn – and at the same time – the struggle TTC affects everything else that I do.
So, on this eve of Yom Kippur, thank you all for the community that we make up on line. For letting me share my fears, anger and struggles. For following my journey.