There came a point where there was just too much infertility noise in my head. I needed an escape from myself, so I picked up ‘A Feast for Crows’ and lost myself in a different world.
I escaped my reality yesterday too by daydreaming that I was pregnant. It was amazing how everything around me shone, I was light and so very content.
Then reality hit me, I came crashing back down to earth and the only way I knew how to cope was to pick up the book again.
Between reading and working, I’ve been dancing to 80s music to shake the meh-ness away.
I wish I could fast forward the next two weeks. That’s when my next appointment is and when I’ll know what’s in store for me for the next few months.
That’s the sad thing about dealing with infertility – you can find yourself wishing the days away because you just want the journey to end.