The box of drugs arrived this morning. On my profile is the reaction I had to the last time the box arrived for our cycle in July.
The sense of it being real. Being excited. Being scared. Trying to work out what was a good room for temperature and what wasn't before promptly putting it all in the fridge.
This time I only checked it once. This time there wasn't a lonely tear. I felt like a machine checking, counting, repacking and putting to one side.
This box marks another stage for me. It represents the beginning of a journey I never in my wildest dreams thought I'd make. This box represents how proud I am of me. How proud we all should be for being brave and facing challenges like this - sometimes more than once.
This box definitely contains a sharp bin that I repeatedly think looks like a Duplo house.
I'm ready. I am. I'm scared. I'm not.*
*maybe a bit.