Seesaws are fun

Argh. Just when I have myself convinced that there’s no way we’re ever going to be able to afford another cycle, and well, that’s okay, we can have happy, fulfilled lives without children and maybe we’ll be more attentive to our friends’ kids and we’ll become known as Auntie Projgen and Uncle Hubby and the kids in the community will all look forward to seeing us because we’ll be the “cool” grups, y’know, the kind who get down on the floor and play with the kids and treat the 12-year-olds like the very-nearly adults that they are and nod our heads knowingly when they grumpily say, “I hate my parents” but then we’ll point out that they may feel like that right now, but they still need to be respectful to their parents and we know they’re upset and angry and they have a right to be and let’s all stomp our feet to get our anger out and ….

Wait. Where was I going with this?

Oh yeah. Just when I have myself convinced of, well, all that, and I’m starting to feel (ugh) “closure,” something happens to get me all psyched again and start thinking about how we could do another cycle if Hubby gets the job he was called about the other day and it’s a full-time contract and good money, and if we get the one grant we know we can get, and if Hebrew Loan would add the 1K that they increased their loan amounts to after we received our loan, and then we could afford extended health care which covers fertility meds and we could be able to put aside enough for another cycle...

We. could. do. another. cycle.

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posted by projgen @ 02:35