Friday, April 26, 2013
Five long years. More than 60 heartbreaking months. Over 1,825 days of riding a rollercoaster of hopefulness, despondency, and aching resignation. God only knows how many more days, weeks, months, and years of the same are in my future.
I am infertile.
Friday, April 5, 2013
|Poor thing! He's exhausted from trying!|
It's a funny saying, isn't it. Of course you can't squeeze blood from a stone. It's ROCK, for crying out loud! It's cold and hard and just doesn't have any blood to give because it isn't alive.
So why do I seem to insist on squeezing, like a crazy person? Why do I want to yell, "If I just keep squeezing, keep trying, harder and harder, eventually I will get something out of this dang stone"?