After much deliberation and inner turmoil, my charming husband convinced me to make the road trip to meet my niece.
I know, it sounds like a no brainer. However, in the midst of the infertility, it felt like a trudge to make a visit to see a baby. I know, I know... It's family. Which is also the notion of "seriously? my younger brother has a child and I don't?"
We were supposed to leave on Sunday, but after a mini breakdown of my emotional stability we decided leaving on Monday would be the best option. The journey was long, but the trip was worth it. Meeting my sweet little niece, who looks alarming like my brother, was wonderful. Holding her in my arms and watching her fight sleep for 20 minutes was absolutely lovely. Staying on the extra bed of my parents house was the exact opposite.
Also terrible is when my mother stated to my sister-in-law, "when you're done with the bottles you can send them to Kirstie." Yes she did. To which my body heated up, my eyes turned black and as I slowly turned my head, and loudly stated "we don't know if I can have children." So she promptly deflected to my father and focused on the last few drops of her 2nd glass of wine.
Dorothy was right, there is no place like home.
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