I give up. If this IVF doesn’t work I am walking away. Into years of therapy and changing broken dreams into new ones.
DH’s grandma passed away and having to see his family is bringing up a lot of shit. Having a little cry fest (ugly cry at that) to myself because at 32 weeks pregnant my SIL “isn’t going to risk the 6 hour drive to the funeral”. And all I can think about is the fact that I should be 10 days away from my due date and it should be me not going instead of her.
I can’t do this anymore. I just can’t.