Today is Day 3 of my cycle. Like—that cycle. Yes, that one.
My husband and I have taken care of all the logistics.
I have nothing left to do but follow instructions.
I feel like I should break out in a poem—like a satire of ’Twas the Night Before Christmas.
I’m relieved. I didn’t realize the logistical side of everything was so stressful. Nope—I did know that.
I’m scared that I’m so relieved.
Are my expectations high? Too high? High enough?
I guess this is it. We are here.
We just have to wait for the days to pass by.
I hope nothing goes wrong.
I have a gut feeling—that this will end well.
Very, very well.