Little things that matter the most
My husband and I finally settled into our new home. In San Francisco we lived in Market Rate apartments and since they are finishing up the new Warriors stadium by our home, the market is rising and so did our lease.
As I was unpacking all of our boxes the other day, I unpacked my husband’s box and started to cry. I have written so many notes for my husband and left them in his backpack to find when he’s at work and he kept this one.
It’s obvious that I’m not an artist, but I tried expressing how truly happy I was when I wrote this note to him. It was in May 2016 when Chris and I found out we were expecting our first child. I was beyond excited and so was he. We were pregnant for 8 weeks until we realized the eggs were growing in my right Fallopian tube and my right ovary. For those who are new and haven’t read my previous blogs, Chris and I were expecting twins.
This was 3 years ago. This was when I was 33 years old. I’m now 36. I’ve done a few fertility treatments that didn’t work, but made me gain a whole shitful of weight. IUI and IVF are our only option. I’ve set up two different appointments at two different OBGYN clinics. We are now waiting for the financial department to get back to us to let us know how much we have to pay out of pocket after our insurance pays their portion.
The waiting game continues…
“Never give up on something you really want. It’s difficult to wait, but more difficult to regret.”
I think it’s time to stock up on those sticky notes so I can leave more notes for my husband to find! These are my favorite.
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