So, I was in a rough state last week.
PBFAW was going to take a giant rocker-glider chair out of my cramped little office. it's a chair I got when Niblet was a tiny Nibble, a jaguar of rockers, a sturdy Dutalier that even my giant husband could sit in that I found on Craigslist for $300 bucks (trust me a few years ago this was a steal). Well, I was excited to find it a new home until I learned PBFAW wouldn't take it because her husband didn't want it. The inability to remove this chair and what it represents in my life, along with a series of negative pregnancy tests with phantom pregnancy symptoms set me on the brink of a nervous breakdown. Was it the uphosltery? Fine, so this upholstery might scream grandma gingham to you. But you know what this upholstery screams to me? FREE CHAIR!
I was a mess. Jittery. Constantly on the verge of tears. Depressed. Bleak. Stressed about returning to work after a two week vacation. But slowly and steadily, I moved on. With a lot of help.
First, I met a dear friend for lunch who has been through the gates of hell and back and emerged from the ashes 21 weeks pregnant. (She also didn't want the chair).
Then, I visited my acupuncturist. With some needles and a little aromatherapy, I went from saying a tearful goodbye to my fertility, to believing that anything is possible. An hour later my period came in with a bang, in a good way for an Asherman's patient.
So today I am CD 2. Feeling good. Anything is possible.