I think I have felt every emotion there is to feel in the past few days. I walk in to work and find myself face to face with a mountain of Christmas baking. I feel angry.
I eat my lunch and consider how healthy it always is, and realize that this change will be much easier for me than it would be for a lot of other people. I feel fortunate.
I measure my blood for the 12th time in 3 days and as I watch the little droplet raise above my skin I feel weak and scared.
I go running and despite everything going on I feel proud and powerful and strong.
I look at Brian and all I want is to have a baby and be a healthy little family and I feel devastated. Then I realize how lucky I am to have him at all and to have the love of my life to help me through and I feel so blessed.
I go to bed at 8:00, body tired, mind exhausted and I feel defeated.
And I wake up and start everything all over again.