So it didn’t work. It was a long shot after all. Wanting to be one of the lucky few. Oh, what I would give to have been one of those. I really believed it was going to happen. That positive outlook and hope that is supposed to help us, proving to be my own worst enemy again.
The negative test triggered a downward spiral. At least the hope was gone I thought, but the depression settled in instead. I decided I’d give this cycle a miss. I am going to be away around ovulation anyway, and I don’t think I could handle it all again so soon.
Last time at every stage in the process I wrote. I wrote because it allowed me to get my thoughts in order. I wrote to try and work through the array of emotions. I wrote in an attempt to be of some use to other people going through similar things.
But it didn’t help. The emotions were rawer than ever. The ups higher, the lows lower. I can’t do that again. So this time there is no long series of blog posts to accompany my pregnancy attempt. This time it is just the bare minimum, the facts that I will share. In the hope that I will feel only those facts, and not every.single.twinge and emotion I go through in this journey to change my life.
So instead, this is how it will be:
Until I can take the test.
This time there will be no googling of early pregnancy symptoms. This time there will be no squeezing my boobs every second to see if they are becoming more sensitive. This time there will be no hoping. Just getting through. I’m good at getting through. I’m not so good at dealing with hope.