I’m tired and depressed and emotional AF. I’m scared. I’m scared for tomorrow’s first 6 week ultrasound. I’m scared because 3 years ago we were SO EXCITED to go to this exact appointment and that's the day that I broke. My insides shattered. And that crack keep getting deeper and deeper for 3 years. Like I cannot allow myself to be hopeful or excited. Yet i know it's going to be ok and good. It's a weird line I have been straddling for a while: Knowing and skeptical. Knowing it’s actually all fine. But not allowing myself to believe it.
Then what happens to my cycle of: 1. IVF attempt. 2. Total failure. 3. Oh hell, well, this didn't work (again) let my cry and get depressed for a minute then have cocktails with my friends and live likeI used to! Train hard. Pole dance. Drink coffee and martinis. That's been my cycle for years. And if all is good, then i can't do any of that for like 9 months to a year. And THAT scares me too. Like WTF?!?!?
This thing they call the first trimester is terrible. When you need the MOST support is when you have to be silent and secretive. I'm living a lie. I'm scared it's not real life. I can't tell anyone. I am modifying my life. I want to embrace everything but shit this is hard.