I’ve told J before that we’re just too lucky. The few times we’ve had bad luck (our SUV being totaled, our washing machine flooding our house (twice), a flat tire and five hours on Alligator Alley), I’ve chalked it up to Karma balancing out our otherwise blessed lives. My parents love him, I get along famously with his family. We’re healthy, happy, have a nice home and plenty of food to eat. We have the best dog in the world (don’t bother arguing with me, you won’t win), amazing friends and two jobs that we enjoy.
We have an amazing girl that I’m proud to call my stepdaughter, even if we don’t get to spend much time with her due to distance. Honestly, we just don’t have much to complain about.
Is our infertility the ultimate balancing act dealt us by Karma? Perhaps this is our one big challenge that we will face as a couple. If so, it’s a doozy. But I still have to step back and say, all things being equal, we’re two lucky folks.
Might have to put that on a sticky note (or three) and post it where I’ll see it every day.