Yup. You read that correctly.
Another bill from my damn surgery a couple months ago that doesn't guarantee anything and hasn't proved one thing yet.
When will this crazy rollercoaster stop?
$199.42. Whatever. Check's already in the mail, and it doesn't even close-to-phase-me.
We've now WELL-surpassed several thousand dollars this year in IF-related expenses with nothing tangible for Mr. D and me to relish in, except for pure frustration and confused shoulder shrugs.
All of this guarantees nothing. No baby. No answers. No happiness yet.
Mr. D's tired.
But, we believe. And, that's all that matters.
It's not about us. It's about what we believe.
And we believe we will be parents... some day, somehow. It will happen.