well, here we go again.
about to enter the stage 3 of the fertility treatment cycle (mentioned here) — utter despair, depression and fetal position. last night while excitedly packing for our weekend trip to visit family (i should know better, right?), i got that oh-so-familiar, undeniable cramp. you know the one–it starts low in your belly and is the first hint that your mood is about to take a turn for the worse. might as well go ahead and succumb to the fact that no real work will get done, no true fun will occur (despite the happy smile i will plaster on my face this weekend so as not to ruin it for all). but inside, another piece of me will die and i will break (and am breaking) a little more.
what was i thinking planning a getaway?? ever. it’s bound to be disrupted by stupid non-functioning ovaries. time to pack extra sunglasses and wine. both will be necessary day and night. i guess that’s the one upside — cocktails. lots and lots of cocktails.