The waiting room


Some days, trying to conceive feels like a waiting room. Just me, the grey walls and that large clock.

I sit in the waiting room and wonder: “Will it ever happen? When is our turn?”

My twin demons – fear and impatience – they want to know the outcome. Yesterday, preferably.

I am finding so much relief in writing and learning to draw, to express all of this. Each day, a blog is born.

And there is joy in discovering an online community. I am not alone. I have soul sisters and brothers for company – sharing our vision of creating new life.


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