Saying goodbye to frostie
That makes it only marginally easier to say goodbye to frostie. No need to pee on a stick this morning, because nature informed me in her own bloody way last night that the cycle didn't work, that toastie never did become stickie, and that I'm not pregnant.
I think the strangest, saddest part of the whole thing is saying goodbye to the idea of frostie. For five years, as long as we've had Tristan in my life, we've also had frostie. Frostie was like an empty chair at the table, a place-holder for the child that might someday be. It was our back-up plan, our big 'what-if". It was also the twin of Tristan. For five years, we paid a couple hundred dollars to keep it in frozen slumber, and it seems incredibly sad to me to go through all the effort of re-energizing it, only to have the cycle fail.
But everything happens for a reason, right?
You only had to read a post or two in the past couple of months to know I was occasionally ambivalent about the idea of having three kids. And yet, typically, now that I've been told I can't have something I want it more than ever. I'm such a Leo.
And heck, Simon taught us that we don't need a lab and a dozen specialists and a couple thousand dollars to make a baby. There's an easier, much more fun and FREE way to go about it, and you know how I feel about free. I love free.
So yes, today we are sad to say goodbye to frostie. To have a dream end this way is always sad, but we are so very blessed in so many ways. I never, ever want to be that person who reaches past what she has trying to grasp what she wants. Never.
So long, frostie. I'm sorry it didn't work out for us.