Round 3 is a bust. The little embryo that maybe could just couldn't. I'm debating going back to work today, but I think I just need the day to deal. I'm finding that each loss gets a little harder because they're compounding. I know what you're thinking, a few years ago I may have thought it too. It was just am embryo. It wasn't even developed enough to be anything yet. But in a way, it was. It's a hope, a dream. For us, every piece we lose is the baby we've been waiting for.
Today, I'll pack up my med "station" so I don't have to look at it, maybe purge a closet, and watch Spy for the 4356th time because if anyone can make me laugh today, it's Melissa McCarthy.
Doc wants to change up some meds for next round. In about 3-4 weeks we'll be at it again. Stay tuned...
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