So, I think I’ve finally gotten to the point where I’m tired of being sad and I’m just ready to move on with my life.   That’s not to say I still don’t have sad moments.   But I just don’t feel like I can do it anymore.

Last night Margot and me laid in bed and talked.   It was good to get everything out in the open and to also talk about “the next step.”

Our fertility center called this morning to see how I was doing.   It was so nice that they took the time out to call and I have an appointment scheduled this Thursday where I think they’ll do an ultrasound and probably bloodwork.

I think once I get my period (probably 6-8 weeks) I might be able to start another cycle.   I feel like I’m quite detached from the whole situation and maybe I’m just going through the motions…but I also feeled a renewed sense of hope.  

I mean…the good thing is I did get pregnant.   It just wasn’t with a good egg.   Hopefully, next time I’ll have a good egg or two out of the bunch and it might work.

I guess I’ve just got to keep the faith — it’ll happen someday.