Aaaand it has now been 32 days since my miscarriage began. AS USUAL I am waiting for my period. I should probably title the entire freaking blog "waiting for my period" since this could capture like, half of my reproductive life. I have work-related meetings all day today but a visit to my rock-star acupuncturist is scheduled for this evening. If anyone can jump start this bitch, it's her. In other words, "Hey Work: Let me the hell out on time."
Waiting. This is the key word, if you will, for the ranks of the infertile, isn't it? Each month is a mini-cycle of waiting, compounded on months - or in some unfortunate cases - years. For those who move on from the physical act of reproduction to adoption, the years continue on as well.
Personally, I have been "waiting" to bring a second baby into our home since 2012. A little over two years? An eternity.