Simba
Simba.... Firstly let me welcome you to our group of lovely and wonderful ladies. You have unfortunatly come to the right place, what I mean by that is I wish none of us had to be here in the first place. You are however now surrounded by people who truley do understand. You can be completely open to whatever degree you want in here, you are not judged or expected to be anything than who you are and what you are feeling at the time.
I understand, as would everyone in here, how scared you are when you do TTC again. We all hope and prey for a positive test but also all know that when we get it another set of fears will begin.
I m going to copy a poem in here, the other ladies have already seen it but I have a feeling it may help you to feel comfort and feel that you can open up to us and know you are being understood.
A Pair of Shoes
I am wearing a pair of shoes.
They are ugly shoes.
Uncomfortable shoes.
I hate my shoes.
Each day I wear them, and each day I wish I had another pair.
Some days my shoes hurt so bad that I do not think I can take another step.
Yet, I continue to wear them.
I get funny looks wearing these shoes.
I can tell in others eyes that they are glad they are my shoes and not theirs.
They never talk about my shoes.
To learn how awful my shoes are might make them uncomfortable.
To truly understand these shoes you must walk in them.
But, once you put them on, you can never take them off.
I now realize that I am not the only one who wears these shoes.
There are many pairs in this world.
Some woman are like me and ache daily as they try and walk in them.
Some have learned how to walk in them so they don?t hurt quite as much.
Some have worn the shoes so long that days will go by before they think about how much they hurt.
No woman deserves to wear these shoes.
Yet, because of these shoes I am a stronger woman.
These shoes have given me the strength to face anything.
They have made me who I am.
I will forever walk in the shoes of a woman who has lost a child.
Simba.... you are not alone.
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