I don’t know if this is just me, but somewhere along this journey I have thought I was pregnant many times. My body gives off false information, a twinge here, a cramp there and I start to wonder. Could this be it? Another new life filled with possibilities inside of me? The eternal optimist in me quickly works out dates whilst the darker side whispers that it’s probably just my PCOS playing tricks on me. Needless to say, most of the time the dark side is right.
Still, I remember a few times feeling absolute devastation when the pregnancy test was negative or Aunt Flo came to town. Almost like I had, in fact, lost a baby.
What I’ve come to realise is that it’s all about the dream and what your future could be like – how it could change in the most wonderful way. You start to believe your own cheer squad and the hype and to be honest, I hope I never lose that. You see, I don’t believe that hope is dangerous, it’s about how you manage the disappointment that can be the real killer.
Until next time,