I never say that things can’t get worse – because I know that no matter how bad things are, they can always, always get worse.
Friday afternoon the nurse called me back to tell me that the RE wants us to skip a month. The clomid made my lining too thin so they want to give it an extra month to get back to normal. As if that weren’t upsetting enough, the following month we’ll be out of town during the entire week that everything would need to happen. So our next chance won’t be until the end of June.
The end of June is forever away. I can’t believe it. I feel like this will never end.
I know that 2 months seems like nothing. And really, I know it is. But it doesn’t feel like it, at all. It feels like ages and ages away. It feels like the unattainable future. It feels like forever.
I believe that miracles happen. But not for me.