The happiness I've felt for several weeks, despite the influx of hormones has cracked. I am feeling very short tempered and grouchy. For a minute, I thought it might be the estrogen and progesterone I'm still taking. But then I realized, that this is the fizzling of Hope.
Hope. You felt great for a while. However short-lived you were. Now the dark clouds are rolling in, and I'm failing to hold them back.
I will allow myself this brief moment of feeling the ache, but only for a short time. I still have 4 embryos that could hold on, divide and be transferred on Monday or Tuesday.
A quick cry, and then I've got to snap out of it and focus on hope for the embryos we have left.
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