Good Things Come to Those Who Wait....

So the saying goes.

I hate that saying. I always have. And IF gave me a new and improved reason to hate it.

But it is partly true. At least in my case.

Purgatory has led me to some fabulous women. The BBISP on Saturday night was incredibly fun and endlessly heartwarming. When you start to wonder if there are really nice people out there in the world, think of Serenity, Mary Ellen, Rachel, and N .

My husband and I joke about the fact that one of the skills men learn in "man school" is to take physical and psychological pain in stride (you know, in addition to using a hammer and fixing a toilet.) I told him on Sunday that, if he wanted to find people to teach the "deal with it" class, he needs to look no further than my IF friends. These women are surviving under incredibly stressful conditions. Sure, they are angry and sad and exhausted. But they keep on moving forward regardless of what life throws at them.

Put simply, they are a testament to human endurance.

They inspire me.

And they so kindly allow me to be part of their circle even though Mr. LIW and I are only on our first step in IF treatments.

It truly astounds me sometimes how the universe shifts in ways that bring really kind, interesting, and generous people together. Especially while it simultaneously denies us some of what we want with our whole hearts.

Ok, so I am grateful. But I still hate the saying.