I had another good cry today. It came out of seemingly nowhere. Then again, it does happen to be seven years and one week after my first IVF didn't result in pregnancy. I always seem to cry more January through March. Like this morning. Tears streamed down my face for at least ten minutes.
All I could think was, "Thirty-five years is a long time to think you're going to be a mother. It has only been seven years of knowing I won't be a mom... Go easy on yourself..."
So I sat there. And cried.
Then I went on with my day.
I don't really know what else to do. If I don't cry, I just feel cranky and irritable all day. So, I cry.
I'm happy. I'm sad. I'm both at the same time. It's complicated. I know you understand. 💜