That one thing is always, always, every single time, my husband.
I am grateful for the way that he balances me. I am grateful for the way that he understands me, even now in the grip of completely incomprehensible times. I am grateful for how he can make me laugh, hold me and soothe me when I need to cry, and how he surprises me with special treats. Like an Easter basket filled with goodies edible and otherwise and a quirky Black Knight action figure to guard it all. And a breadcrumb trail of Cadbury Eggs to lead me to my hidden prize. He is the best Easter Bunny.
|The view of Cayuga from our balcony.|
|A goose among the daffodils.|
And we hardly ever talked about infertility. It came and went in passing, and that's it. A guest our second night was a single mom with a five year old girl, but they pretty much kept to themselves--we had picked a super romantic bed and breakfast to avoid the family crowd but somehow managed to be small child magnets all the same. Bryce made one joke, "We came here to get away from children and families because we are infertile people and we get the romantic inn with a child!" I received a sad email from a friend who received confirmation her pregnancy wasn't viable from her last IVF cycle and acknowledged it. And that was it. No planning for the future, no rehashing of our past cycles, just Bryce and Jess on a romantic trip enjoying ourselves and truly escaping the complete infiltration fertility has had on our daily lives.
So what am I grateful for? Hands down, my wonderful husband. I am so lucky to be on this journey with such an amazing man.