Saturday, March 14, 2015

The worst part...

Isn't the daily injections.

Isn't the retrieval.

Isn't the sleepless nights.

Isn't returning to work like nothing happened.  To people telling you how tired you look.

Isn't the daily suppositories that I now do every morning.

Isn't that we didnt have any embryos make it to freeze.

The worst part is knowing that I did everything I could and that my little embryo may have already stopped growing inside of me.  That is the part that wakes me up in a cold sweat in the middle of the night.  That is the worst part.  Holding on to hope when there may be no reason to.

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