And then that feeling disappeared a couple of days ago. Don't ask me how or why. It just did. Maybe I have healed emotionally. And though it's a good thing, I can't help but feel a little bit guilty. I'm starting to forget what it feels like to be pregnant, to be carrying my little peanut in my womb. Granted I've never experienced morning sickness, so there's nothing to remember about that. One thing I do remember is waking up in the middle of the night, sometimes more than once, just to pee.
Anyway, I think I'm over it. It's time to let go of the past and move forward. DH and I still haven't decided when to start our next IVF cycle, and I'm fine with that. I don't want to rush into anything. All I know is that right now I'm in a standoff with infertility, and I gotta say, I ain't gonna the one who blink first.
In other news, AF finally came last Friday and it was nasty! My God what it did to me emotionally. I was in such a crappy mood that even the tiniest things set me off. I know it was my hormones messing with me but I felt like DH wasn't paying much attention to me, so I didn't speak to me almost the entire weekend. Poor guy. I bet he didn't know what hit him. I did go for a little run yesterday to let off some steam so that calmed me down a bit. DH ran with me although truth be told, I wouldn't mind going running alone.
Ooooh I also watched The Amazing Spiderman with DH on Friday night. Though I was in a foul mood, I quite enjoyed the Spidey reboot. There's nothing new with the plot. I wish they could have gone with a different storyline and the villain played by Rhys Ifans, well, I didn't quite connect with him. Probably because I'll always think of him as Spike in Notting Hill. But Andrew Garfield does make a better Spiderman compared to scrawny Tobey Maguire. If you haven't watched it, you should.
Tell me he doesn't make a yummy Spiderman
"Clear eyes, full hearts, can't lose"