I think one thing in particular that is salting my wounds (that I forgot to mention in the word-vomit that was yesterday's post...) is that Father's Day is in two weeks. I really wanted to celebrate this year. Especially since I thought it would be a nice consolation prize, considering if we'd been lucky enough to be successful in our first month of trying, I would be due any time now.
What I realized was similar thoughts have been true almost each month. There is always something. Like last year J and I went to the pumpkin patch with my BIL and nephews. We were in the car on our way home and shared a giggle that it may be our last pumpkin patch visit (we go every year) without a wee one. Well... that cut off has come and gone. So has Thanksgiving, Christmas, a shot at a 2009 baby, valentines day... you get the drift.
I just cannot imagine how these milestones come and go for the poor families that have lost babies. My heart breaks for you.
Now, I promised this would be my last vent about it and I intend to do my best to 'get over it'. To buck up, take a deep breath, and try again next month.
Thanks again to those ladies that have talked me off the ledge. You are all amazing and I can't imagine having to go through this without everything I have learned from each of you. If I could get my hands on you I would cover you in hugs and kisses.