Since the beginning of the year I have been dreading the month of April, specifically the 21st because that would have been my angel babies birthday. Today I woke up with this huge sense of dread and I just knew. I went to the bathroom and sure enough, a period. A period on the month of what was supposed to be the best thing of your life is even more a slap in the face than it usually is. I’ve been on Femara to fix my low progesterone and we’ve finally got the green light to try again...but just today, for now, I think I just deserve the time to mourn my little seahorse. ❤️👼🏼