A Tale of Woe….
So I had two recent experiences that have made me stop and reflect on my own personal “tale of woe”. The first one is that I met with my new OB/Gyn. During my first appointment I had to give him my reproductive history. He started out standing up and by the time I finished my ridiculously extended story, he was sitting down with a dropped jaw and was speechless. It was the first time I shared the entire story, with all the details, to someone who didn’t already know. And it was a stark reminder of what the crap I have been through.
And we were. Evan had taught me so many lessons, and Charlie was the one that tested me on it. And I felt full of life and love and hope again, despite everything in my life that could have turned me in the other direction. But Charlie also reminded me that Josh and I create the cutest freaking kids on Earth. And despite feeling incredibly exhausted, I thought, “Okay, I can do this one more time.”
And it didn’t. Seriously? &$%# @&?% $*@? And every other four letter word I can think of! Cause now I’m sitting here wondering how many times I thought to myself, “This is the last time.” And the answer is, I told myself that every freaking time! Although I am only 30, I feel very old. My body is tired. My heart is tired. I am tired. Just looking back at these pictures has aged me at least five years.