This morning, I cried. (OK, lets be honest. I sobbed.)
I was going through my linen closet, folding some towels, and I just happened to look up and see the box of Lovenox sitting on the shelf. It’s been there for two weeks now, so I’m not sure what it was about today that made me lose it, but something triggered a negative reaction and I just started bawling.
I HATE THIS. I hate that I’m not “normal”, that I can’t just get pregnant and stay pregnant. It’s not fair. I don’t WANT to do injections. I don’t want bruises all over my stomach. I don’t want to take progesterone. I don’t want it to be so fucking HARD.