So are the days of my life.
For some reason, I'm not even a little bit upset with it. I did have a mini-ride on the 'hope train' this month... but last night I had my neighbors over for a little bit of knitting, and one brought her 5 month old son. I was holding him and playing with him... and then Aaron came home and was playing with him too - and no sadness. Just fun at playing with a little baby.
I wonder if I'm just at the point where I've moved on in my head to IVF? Or paying more attention to thinking about what I want to talk to Potential New Doc about on August 7th? It really feels like the months are just flying by... like the summer had just started, and now we are in August. The quicker the summer goes, the faster I get to October, when my insurance company will definitely approve our IVF. And, since I haven't been going to Dr N lately, I'm kind of forgetting my frustrations with him.
Dare I say, I'm learning patience? That can't be it. No freaking way.