I've done a good job keeping my mind busy and not over analyzing all the transfer possible outcomes. Until last night, during my shower. I felt my spirits plummet as I started down the black hole of "what if's".
I wallowed for a few minutes, hopelessness creeping in.
And then I decided if I have to go to an extreme, I will choose the other extreme. The one of faith and hope.
I am clinging to these beliefs for dear life, attempting desperately to banish those dark, heavy thoughts.
If I believe in a God who can move mountains, then I will choose to believe that He could even turn two into three and grant us triplets if He so desired.
The important thing is not really the exact words I'm saying but the acts of faith and hope that I am deliberately choosing to utter.
God, I believe.