As I predicted, my period started.
I’m trying to take it with a grain of salt but anyone who’s struggled with infertility knows that’s easier said than done.
I keep thinking that maybe by some miracle it’ll just happen because I don’t think I’ve quite accepted our fate.
So this week is off to a great start [insert sarcasm] and now I’m going to try to get some sleep because if I continue to ponder this, my ability to deal is going to dwindle and I’ll end up a mess of tears.
All I want for Solstice is a big fat positive… but even I know that’s just too much to ask.