The stress of school, work, and waiting reached a head about a week ago, and I decided it was time to stop ignoring it. On the advice of my therapist, and the urging of Joey and several close friends, I booked a vacation. (I also chopped off my hair and made my first appointment to get my oft regretted "tramp stamp" covered with a more elegant piece of artwork. Sounds like a quarter-life crisis, but I promise it's not.)
Back to the vacation. It's needed. And it's coming up in less than two weeks. We're going to Washington, DC.
I'm very excited about this. DC is one of my favorite cities. I love the history, and this will be Joey's first time visiting. We are going for four days, and we have a lot of sightseeing planned. But I have to admit that I'm mostly looking forward to the final day of our trip. It's the day when I will finally get to meet four amazing women who've been there for me every step of the way on this journey.
You see, before I began blogging, I sought help and friendship on this journey through the infertility message boards on iVillage. There, I met a group of women who were relatively in the same place in their quest to become moms. We began blogging around the same time, and we followed each other throughout treatments - failed and successful, miscarriages, tough life decisions (even those beyond the realm of infertility), and plenty of tears. I lost touch with some, but five of us managed to remain close.
It's difficult to explain to people outside of this community what it's like to have such amazing friends who you've never met. They don't get it. They think it's weird to have close relationships with others solely through blogs, emails, text messages, etc. It's not weird to me. Infertility has taught me that even the closest friends in "real life" can abandon you, yet there are people who you've never been within a hundred miles of who will support you and comfort you regardless of the situation. These are those people.
I know there will be a lot of laughter at our meeting. There will also be tears of sadness and joy. But mostly, I think there will be an overwhelming feeling of thanks - at least from me. Thanks that, four years after our first introduction, I finally get to hug these amazing women who've been so wonderful and kind to me.