It's amazing how much hormones affect me. Yesterday, the day before cd1, I was a mess. Yes, my car got rear-ended and thing generally sucked, but I was so ready to throw in the towel and just take off and go somewhere else and just leave everything behind. I felt like I couldn't take anything any more and I just needed the world to stop.
Today, now that my hormones aren't raging, I'm back to normal. I felt a little crappy this morning, but I took some ibu*prophen and I was fine. I'm not in a horrible mood. I feel like I can conquer my problems, even if they are a pain in the ass.
Sometimes I worry about what will happen when we do finally have a kid and I am in this type of funk. How will I function?
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.
2 comments:
Oh, shit man! Sorry about the car. :(
And hormones are evil, evil things.
One thing I've found really helpful in dealing with my own little episodes of despair is to recite something my mother (yes, my mother) used to tell me: Feelings lie. Just saying that to myself makes me stop and realize that, whatever I might feel and however strongly I might feel it at that particular moment, it doesn't necessarily mean anything and that it won't go on forever.
Your mileage, of course, may vary.
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