Since my therapist told me it was imperative that I get out of the house more often, I let Joe drag me to the beach last night.
We always end up at Laguna, since it is the closest and the drive down Laguna Canyon Road is so nice. I was feeling better. It was good to get out of the house. I still felt twinges of sadness when we walked by the playground and watching all of the kids playing in the sand and waves on the beach. I wonder if we will ever have the chance to take our kids there, or if it will always be just the two of us. This infertility thing is impossible for me to get away from. It follows me everywhere I go. To see the rest of the photos, go here.