Here I sit, waiting for my baseline for the next FET. They are running an hour behind, so I’ll be sitting here for another 45 minutes at least.
There’s a group of cheerful women sitting in the waiting room with me. They are all clearly far earlier into IF treatment than me. They are excited and optimistic. And I am jaded, cynical and exhausted. And trying not to cry listening to all of that excitement that I do not have anymore.