Well here we are, a week after our doctors timing “failure.” There isn’t really an update to give.
We won’t be pregnant…
We won’t be having a baby anytime soon…
And I’ll continue to be miserable.
Adding to that, I had to wrap a gift for a baby shower on Sunday. Before you even have time to formulate the question, NO I am not going. Ironically, it has nothing to do with the situation DH and I are in. Completely separate shit storm of issues there.
We’ve not even spoken about what we will be doing the next “go round,” because it is so unbelievably nice to not have to be repeatedly hashing out what is/will be happening, what are we doing today, do we need to pick up a prescription, when is the injection going to be delivered, scheduling appointments around work hours, and so forth and so on.
Given the timing, that conversation will be happening soon, but in the meantime I’m enjoying a glass of wine, and not thinking about another month of let down and emotional instability.