I'm obsessing again, but I hate not knowing. Am I going to be the mother of two? Am I going to change my son into an older brother? What will the answer be when the wait is over?
A few days. A set number of hours. Stretches of time. Minutes, all in a row. Barely, barely ticking forward.
I'm on a slow moving train and each bump of the track is the next second, and the next, and I'm watching out the window, analyzing every tree, every patch of grass, in case it's a sign of where this train is going.
It breaks my heart to exit the train and be right back where I started before the 28-day trip.
I think we did it, this time. I think we're going to be pregnant. I think April 2012 is going to be the month our family grows once again. Magic.
Is it a good sign that I feel so confident? Or is it horrible what I'm doing to myself, holding onto this hope? I vacillate between.
From Backwards by Christina Perri
Take me backwards, turn me around.
Cannot find my balance on the ground,
This world's too heavy
For a feather falling quickly.
And I wrote you a story,
But I'm afraid of how it ends,
And all my friends are doing well,
And I'm still on the mend.
I'm gonna lay back down,
Hope the wind takes me around.
I gotta find some courage in this town,
'Cause nobody's going to save
Somebody who won't change,
I try to be brave.
And nothing's coming easy, and all at once,
I feel a little queasy.
Oh, but if your love's my remedy,
Won't you please come and be with me?
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