So I started spotting today. I don’t really feel that sad. I think I’m just resigned to this, to not being pregnant. Not much else to do until we go to the RE. I just read about IUI’s. I guess that’s what’s up next.
One more cycle before Christmas. It just seems so unreal. This time last year, I had just stopped my BC and was SO SURE I’d have a baby by this Christmas.
Life is so peculiar, so uncertain. What a little thing it takes to destroy you or save you. Or something like that.