Yesterday was a rough day. It was one of those sad and hopeless kind of days. I had a doctor's appointment yesterday, which didn't go badly, though the doctor I had to see kind of rubbed me the wrong way and left me in a funk. I always feel so positive after seeing Dr. C (my usual doctor,) but Dr. P obviously doesn't have the same effect on me. I had a multitude of tiny follicles on my left ovary, which explains the immense pain I've been in the past few days. I also had two almost-mature follicles on my right ovary, which means the femara is doing it's job. .
It's nice to be doing something different; but there's still so much fear, worry, and anxiety. I honestly don't know which is more scary, not getting pregnant or getting pregnant. I just have this overwhelming sense of dread that another miscarriage is in our future, and I don't know if I can handle that. Part of me is just ready to quit, but I know that I'll never have peace if we don't try everything we can.
Interestingly enough, I came across this on pinterest last night:
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