I know. I'm sorry. After my flurry of posts last week, I feel like an amateur boxer who comes out swinging and is totally spent by his second round. Of course, we all know that's when a killer left hook comes. Right when your arms are down.
Remind me to stop watching The Contender just because there is nothing else on.
It's quiet because I am feeling very quiet. Like something's bubbling to the surface but isn't quite there yet. I might be in the midst of an existential crisis. We spent hours at the clinic last week poring through donor profiles, trying to think through next steps and I just don't know what to say about it just yet. I'm still chewing on my cheeks, furrowing my brow and trying to think through, what matters? What really matters?
More on this later.
3 comments:
damn, i just caught up on you. i'm so sorry your cycle was a bust again. that just sucks.
i'm sorry. *hugs*
i'm picking up my embies tomorrow and taking them to the new clinic.
here we go again.....
rae
You're in my thoughts
xx
Thinking about you!
Daisy
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