Blindsided

I expected to feel somewhat sad on Mother’s Day. The pain I feel today, however, has caught me off guard.

It is only 8:30 AM on Father’s Day and my Facebook feed is already inundated with posts. For some reason, I am finding this almost harder than Mother’s Day, but I can’t figure out why. Maybe it’s the progesterone. Back in May, I was riding out a “drug free” month…

9dpo. Too early to test, but based on this month’s stats and how I feel right now, I am not holding on to unrealistic hope. At this point, just want to move on to IVF next cycle.

I will definitely try to make today a celebration of my father instead of grief for the father that my husband has yet to become.