So I have gone from light, shopping related posts to an introspective one here.
One never knows what I might come out with.
It must be that time of the year where I hear every few days that somebody is pregnant. A close girlfriend of mine is about 14 weeks.
I am thrilled and excited for these people, but part of me gets a little jealous. Exactly the same as in this post.
I have a bad case of preggy-envy.
Now that the...ahem...trying..is going on, there are certain other things that are occuring within me.
I think about babies quite a lot. It's not a mournful thing. I just have to catch myself.
I am making plans based on being pregnant within a certain period of time.
I catch myself deferring things "in case" I get pregnant.
That is not the path I want to go down.
I came to thinking about this stanza from my favourite poem, If.
If you can dream – and not make dreams your master;
If you can think – and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with triumph and disaster
And treat those two imposters just the same;
I must continue to live my life unashamedly. The path to mumma may well be long or beset with trouble. I can't make dreams my master. As somebody clever once told me, I have to trust in the process.
So I will submit that abstract to present in Boston next year.
And I have registered for the 10km fun run in December with the aim of improving my time.
And I will continue to try and build my private practice.
And I will just try and be patient, and live fully.