Today I’m feeling very tenderly balanced on the edge.
We received a blow this weekend. It was that illusive “thing” that I held in my mind during our TTC journey as my breaking point. I think other IFers will know what I’m referring to…the whole, “As long as we get pregnant before____ (fill in name of person, date, ect).” Well that point has been reached for us and I’m humbled/ashamed/sorry to admit that it has been every bit as difficult as I imagined it to be.
My happy face is tired.
I’ve been crying a lot, and praying a lot. And the clomid is certainly not helping. It’s difficult to decipher exactly how much is actual downward spiral and how much is chemically-induced “give it a few days and it’ll be gone” spiral.
I’ll get through this, and there will be brighter days, but today I need to focus on just hanging on.
