Tomorrow is D-Day. And I would be lying if I didn’t say that part of me thinks there’s a chance this really worked. I’ve tried hard to be realistic about the chances of this working, but I am human. And my heart is in it. And I want it really bad. I had a crazy wave of nausea tonight, and I remember that happening with my son. Of course, it could have been anything. It could have been the unholy stench practically growing off of my child’s feet. Maybe I was dehydrated. Maybe I was hungry. Maybe it was a side effect of the PIO. But, it’s hard not to think everything means something when you are in The Waiting.
I did, however, today manage to go all day without thinking about the fact that tomorrow is D-Day. I kept busy at work, and it wasn’t until I was leaving and realized I needed to let people know I would be in late tomorrow because I have a doctor’s appointment, that I remembered. Right. Tomorrow. 9DP 5DT.