Maybe I am just making excuses but I really feel like yesterday Clomid made me a crazy person. I was in that state of on the verge of tears the entire day. So not once, but twice, I was pushed over the edge- for the most trivial things. And the thing was, I could rationalize with myself that there was no real reason to be as upset as I was but I still could not control it.
I felt crazy.
Crazier than my baseline semi-crazed state.
Then today I had a really good day- no crazy, no tears. Had a team dinner for the end of the month. Enjoyed myself.
Then I came home to the torture device otherwise known as facebook.
At least 10 of my friends posted pictures of their fresh (within the last month) babies- check.
1 friend announced their pregnancy- check.
1 friend posted their adorably cute maternity photos with their already here 2 year old son- check.
Then I climbed under a rock and cried myself to sleep.
Check.
I like to think I am above jealousy and that I am working on no longer feeling sorry for myself. But that would be a lie.
I am jealous.
And sad.
And still sorry for myself.
And still wondering most days why is this so easy for everyone except for us?
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