The newest member of my family entered the world safely this weekend. So huzzah for that. If I could only find the fortitude to go through the baby section to buy a gift. I know I will do it eventually, but man, does the tactile sensation of holding infant clothing STILL fucking set me off like a waterworks.
On other fronts, I think I need to stop visiting the baby center boards. I have mostly gone to participate on a few TFMR forums, which have been incredibly helpful. But watching the women I shared this awful experience - one by one - find their way out of the hellhole they were in with healthy pregnancies is starting to depress me. And the fact that I am getting depressed is making me feel terribly guilty, because I should be thrilled for them, so what am I, some sort of sociopath?
I feel sort of wandering and homeless. Aside from a few voices in the wilderness who have also been dealt this insanely whammo hand of Asherman's Syndrome, RPL and a side of TFMR, all while AMA, it's hard for me to participate in many of the threads. I feel like recounting my sad tale to a bunch of women ttc isn't instructive for anyone, expect to say, wow, some people can really be on the fucked up end of statistics! But you probably won't be! I hope not!
I was also here - at this exact place a year ago.
Take a look at that linked post. I'm living a time warp!
So at the end of the day it's the same Rx that I have to move forward with with a few new add-ons. Joy in Niblet. Better eating. Better health. Feeling good. Dance. Sun. Swimming. Therapy. A fuck ton of vitamins.