I have tried so hard to set myself up for disappointment this month. I kept telling myself that it would be better timing if it didn’t happen this month, that it won’t happen right away. I don’t think I did a good enough job because at 9po (still lots of time for good news, but not holding my breath), I stood and looked at a stark white HPT and I wanted to cry. I was hoping for some sort of miracle conception even though it took us six cycles to conceive Xavier.
I don’t know if my poor little heart can take month after month of this.
TTC is harder with a dead son. It screws with your head and your heart.