I realized a great many things this weekend, and then this morning as I began to incorporate them into myself, I received a phone call from the Doctor. It has only been 3 days since my appointment. But, yes.
My yes has come.
Yes, I am healthy enough to have a baby now.
I had immense faith that I would heal, but I didn't know if it would be "on time..." On my time is what I should say. I hardly ever get what I want when I want it. I either require growth, time, or both when they are one and the same. As soon as I want something I start to work towards it only for me to be set back waiting, waiting, waiting. This time is different, at this stage anyway.
I was running out of my Pill and I had no prescription. The doctor had me on some different than my old kind to see if it would help the cyst shrink before surgery. Now they are gone, and I have gotten this call.
Meant to be? Maybe. Feels that way...
Is it bad that I'm now way more excited about the Offbeat Mama meetup that I can be one?
Is it bad I can't stop happycrying? If it is, I don't care. I can't help that one!