Rewind to me, 4 months ago. I would have given anything, ANYTHING to finally be pregnant and now here I am, amazingly, wonderfully pregnant after two years of trying and infertility, and what do I do? Whine. It sucked big time, 5 days straight of a headache that honestly made me feel like absolute shit for 24 hours a day, but compared to the deep pain of infertility is like comparing a stubbed toe to a broken leg.
I still feel the sting of infertility, even while pregnant. My belly is growing, but I still can't 100% believe that it is actually happening to us. On top of that, I still feel like something could go wrong at any time, crushing these hopes and dreams we've so carefully crafted over the last couple of months. That is one of the things that IF does to you, makes you doubt your own body constantly, and I'm sure I will...up until the moment we get to hold Baby M safe and sound in our arms.
“Make the most of your regrets; never smother your sorrow, but tend and cherish it till it comes to have a separate and integral interest. To regret deeply is to live afresh.”
-Henry David Thoreau