And my cats peed on my purse in our absence. Again. It is such a welcoming feeling.
My surprising feelings of optimism have predictably fled and I am left with some despair mixed with exhaustion. Not in a dramatic way, but in a quiet, desperate sort of way. Woe is me. I expected it to have worked by now…this is our 3rd try since the miscarriage. We are inching closer and closer to December, to “the due date”, and it makes me feel like…crying? hiding? stopping?
Tomorrow I will have a lovely not-depressing, not-TTC related post. My most recent cake is completed and ready for the baby shower brunch tomorrow where it will be hacked into and destroyed. Ah, temporal art. I’ll post pics.