I have seriously been at a loss for anything to write about. My days are filled with IEP writing, lesson planning, teaching, working out, playing with Taylor, making dinner, and cleaning. Nothing of real substance has happened in recent weeks. I am on a constant moving mode. . .I don't often have "me" time . .. and that is partially due to the fact the Eric has started his own company and is trying hard to get it up and running. Which doesn't leave much time for he and I; let alone time for me to do girly things or take a shower in quiet. I know that I should not be complaining because his hard work has allowed for us to go to Cancun next Thursday. For that I am grateful!
On a side note; another one of my friends has found out that she is pregnant. I think that makes 8 friends of mine who have had children or found out that they are pregnant during the time that I have wanted one so badly. I actually broke down last week and just sobbed. It is a harsh reality that makes no sense. I have one perfectly healthy child, without the help of intervention to conceive. Suddenly, now I am in a much different place. This process has been two years in the making. After we return from Cancun we start the "trying" process again. I have mixed feelings. I so badly want a child, but am so burned out with the emotional roller coaster that each miscarriage brings. I don't think I could handle another. .. .so. . .should I even bother trying?