Tomorrow we find out if the Follistim helped save this cycle.

This will sound awful. I feel awful typing it.

I don’t want to know. I don’t want to go. I want nothing to do with tomorrow.

I cannot take anymore bad news, disappointment or failure. I really can’t. It’s not just TTC that has driven me to the edge, it feels like everything is a mess. I’ll spare you the details but, you would hard pressed to tell me otherwise.

I just need something, a sign, something to remind me that this too shall pass, that things will get better. 

I need something good to happen, desperately.

I’ll be there tomorrow, heart in my throat.