I have managed to keep myself very, very busy this month - hoping that if I don't stop for too long, I won't have to give in to the grief. I've been out to parties, putting together events, camping with the family, planning for our upcoming vacation - I'm even thinking about going to book club tonight (for the first time in over two years). Busy, busy, busy. On the outside, I probably seem like my old self - because in a lot of ways, I am. On the inside, I feel much different. So much of my spirit and optimism died with Max.
Meanwhile, the worries have been piling up - the biggest one on my list is about having more children. I am trying not to think about it too much though because I know I need to be calm about it. But, patience and calmness have never been my greatest assets. I guess if it is meant to be - it will be. But, ugh, I just want it so much and it feels so out of my control. I feel like I am not even allowed to state the obvious - I should have two children in my home right now. And, here is the real truth - I'd like two more. I feel like I must sound greedy. I know that there are plenty of people who struggle with infertility and I am blessed to have had two beautiful babies. I know that. I do. I do.
I haven't yet figured out if this busy thing is working for me. It keeps me from going too deep. I don't want to be alone with my own thoughts for too long - they can be really sad and scary. Being busy keeps me focused on surface stuff instead on the huge huge hole in my heart. I've got a major vacation in my very near future that I know will be fun but could bring up a lot of sorrow as well. The good news is that I've nearly made it through this month. I wish life wasn't so complicated.
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