the time has come

My appointment with my doctor this week was very disappointing. Still thin lining. And now, a large cyst on my left ovary.

Clomid and I are apparently not good friends, even at small doses.

So next week we go to a reproductive specialist. My husband will go with me. It'll be the first time that he is there, and I'll be so glad to have him ask the questions this time.

I hadn't wanted him there until now, because then that makes it real. But I guess it IS real.

Every person has a story. And that story molds them and changes them. And I know that God is directing the stories.

Some day down the road I know I'll be thankful for my story. I'll be glad I walked this road. Already I know I am different because of it, and I'm glad for that.

But I just didn't ever want this to be my story. And truth be told, I still don't.