As of today we have not yet gotten any results. Nothing from Husband’s new doctor and nothing regarding the genetic test of the tissue from the D&C. I really hate being without answers. I really hate being in a stalled state.
In all honesty, I am losing hope. Maybe have already even lost it.
I’m really leaning toward adoption.
It really sucks to have spent $25,000 on nothing but pain and heartache. I never in a million years thought that it would happen to me. But it has to happen to someone right? So why not me?
It really sucks to currently be broke due to said $25,000 dollars.
I am lucky in that I have a child.
I am saddened that with every milestone he passes, I am reminded that it may never happen in my home again.
I don’t know that I am strong enough to lose another pregnancy.
Even though I want nothing more than to be pregnant, the past 6 months has taught me that I actually hate being pregnant. Even more so when it ends up that I was so so sick, and it was all for nothing.
The only reason that I have managed to not fall apart is because of my son. Because of my falling apart last time and the effect that it had on him. I will never do this to him again. I will always feel guilty for causing him such emotional pain.
Husband doesn’t understand and is not very supportive. He will never get that just get over it, why can’t you just be happy does not and will not ever help me emotionally. It’s lonely here sometimes. He has never learned to process or express his emotions in any way other than anger.
I wanted to wait until January for the FET. Husband pushed for November. If I had waited, I’d probably be in the 2ww, unaware of how it would end. I’m glad I already know. I’m glad that I got through it already.
We have 3 embryos left and I don’t want to use them. I am afraid that since the first 5 didn’t survive, the lower quality ones don’t have a chance.
I don’t ever want to have a miscarriage again, and if that means never being pregnant again, I may just have to live with that.
I am going to lose the twenty pounds I gained with the cycles. I’m tired of my jeans not fitting. I’m tired of only wearing baggy shirts. I’m tired of not even wanting to be naked when I’m alone.
My heart breaks every time my son asks me why he doesn’t have a brother or sister or asks when he is going to get one.
My heart breaks every time I walk past the nursery upstairs.
Things are not easy right now.