Six Weeks, 6 Days. Day 51 in the quest to chase our little miracle
I have been debating whether or not to write this or not, for fear of making my worst nightmares real, but this blog is me – the real me, inside and out, so i am not going to lie, or dismiss something that i am feeling. And I am not sure who my audience is now, who is reading my blog, and i apologize if i offend anyone out there, but i am going to continue writing in the only way i know how… By telling the truth about me.
You know when you have news, really really GREAT news, people are so very excited for you, over the moon, so much so that it brings a tear to their eye? But then, they care so much for you, they try to reassure you that it is going to be ok, even when you never thought it wouldnt?
I have gotten twice now “As long as you make it through the first 12 weeks”
They care, i know they do, they are just being real… and i wont lie, i am scared, i have my fears, but in the end i have to be positive, i have to rebuke my fears and doubts and just believe. I must to have faith, i do have faith…
But this is all so new to me, so exciting, so life defining, everything i ever imagined, how could i not pinch myself, do a double take, want to make sure this is real, and that it is not in my head, and make sure that it will never end?
Without faith, nothing is possible. With it, nothing is impossible. Mary McLeod Bethune
