Does this line sound familiar to you? It comes from the baseball movie, "Field of Dreams", and in the circumstance that Phillip used it - the words STILL make me cry!
REWIND!
Some back story is required. And you've been outta the loop. Welcome back in.
In May we were told that becoming pregnant might not happen for us. (I won't get into details).
Enter: A BAZILLION TEARS. I was heartbroken. Did the doctor REALLY say that?
I had been taking such good care of myself for over a year in preparation for BABY. I had read two books about "pre-conception health" - making notes on what I needed to do to up our odds of both pregnancy and a healthy wee one. I was eating lots of fruits and veggies, taking my vitamin, exercising, limiting caffeine, and getting lots of sleep. I assumed my age was associated with PRIME baby-making potential yet, still.....I listened to those books and took each chapter's lessons as "ABSOLUTELY MUST-DO's", not just "SHOULD DO'S".
After some time, a few weird signs took me back to the doctor which led to the crushing news.
Hmmm. Now what?
Earlier in the year, we had purchased a bunch of baby stuff from a colleague who was leaving Kuwait. One of the items was a crib that Phil assembled while I was out one afternoon. When I got home, still sad and depressed about my body's refusal to do what I dreamed of, Phil asked me to look around the house to spot a change. I remember not really wanting to play this game. I was in no mood for a scavenger hunt. What I wanted was bed and a hot shower. Nonetheless, I played his game and stumbled upon the crib in the spare room. He looked at me and said, "if you build it, they will come."
Enter: A BAZILLION TEARS.
I have the sweetest husband in the world. And you know what? HE WAS RIGHT!
Enter: BABY PARKINSON!!!!!!!
REWIND!
Some back story is required. And you've been outta the loop. Welcome back in.
In May we were told that becoming pregnant might not happen for us. (I won't get into details).
Enter: A BAZILLION TEARS. I was heartbroken. Did the doctor REALLY say that?
I had been taking such good care of myself for over a year in preparation for BABY. I had read two books about "pre-conception health" - making notes on what I needed to do to up our odds of both pregnancy and a healthy wee one. I was eating lots of fruits and veggies, taking my vitamin, exercising, limiting caffeine, and getting lots of sleep. I assumed my age was associated with PRIME baby-making potential yet, still.....I listened to those books and took each chapter's lessons as "ABSOLUTELY MUST-DO's", not just "SHOULD DO'S".
After some time, a few weird signs took me back to the doctor which led to the crushing news.
Hmmm. Now what?
Earlier in the year, we had purchased a bunch of baby stuff from a colleague who was leaving Kuwait. One of the items was a crib that Phil assembled while I was out one afternoon. When I got home, still sad and depressed about my body's refusal to do what I dreamed of, Phil asked me to look around the house to spot a change. I remember not really wanting to play this game. I was in no mood for a scavenger hunt. What I wanted was bed and a hot shower. Nonetheless, I played his game and stumbled upon the crib in the spare room. He looked at me and said, "if you build it, they will come."
Enter: A BAZILLION TEARS.
I have the sweetest husband in the world. And you know what? HE WAS RIGHT!
Enter: BABY PARKINSON!!!!!!!
i love this story!! SO much! it never ceases to make me tear up!!! xoxoxoxo
ReplyDeleteWhat a nice story. The most amazing part to me was that Phil built something.
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