Going to the party definitely helped. I thought it might and that's why I forced myself to go. Getting out of the house and talking to other people helps me keep my mind off of things and stops me from falling into the depths of despair.
Last night I dreamed I was pregnant and there was a heartbeat on the ultrasound. Somehow people found out and were getting all excited around me. I was freaking out that people were excited. "Stop it!" I told them. "We don't know anything yet." I wasn't excited. I was just nervous.
Then I woke up.
Needless to say, I'm not feeling particularly happy again. Down in the dumps again this morning. But I'm going to meet a fellow blogger for lunch, so hopefully that will draw me out a little.
And then it's back to life and the real world and a full week of work tomorrow.
Life as an adoptive family.
My Story
- Rachel
- 4 miscarriages, 3 failed IVFs with PGD, 2 different sperm donors, 1 diagnosis of balanced translocation. Now we are the proud parents of a boy via domestic infant semi-open adoption. We had a failed match for kid #2 and are now matched again.
5 comments:
Ugh, I hate dreams like that... just dreaming of pregnancy, period. I'm sorry you're in a bad place emotionally... I can totally understand.
I'm sorry you're feeling blue. Thinking of you.
I find it so hard to shake dreams like that. I hope you have an enjoyable time with your blogger friend. I can only relate to my two IF friends who have been through the mill.
Hope you're feeling a little better and that the work week is starting off well. The daily-ness of daily life can be both discouraging and comforting.
I'm so sorry you're sad. Take care...
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