I saw on FB tonight a post where a wife in our friend group announced baby #2. For the first time I didn’t cry or break down or throw something. Hours later I asked my husband if he knew. He said he’d known for 2 weeks. (Makes sense, the dad is one of his besties). He said he found out while I was sitting next to him on the couch having a bad mental health day. 2 weeks ago was when we found out our 1st <a href="https://glowing.com/glow-fertility-program">IVF</a> cycle was being cancelled and I’d have to go on Estradiol (which I have negative side effects on). Hubby and I started to cry together. He’s such a good man and he shielded me perfectly for 2 weeks. I know he says he was happy for them when he found out, but I know him. Part of him wished we were in the same pregnancy boat. And I know dang well we both wish he hadn’t blown $5k and 2 weeks of <a href="https://glowing.com/glow-fertility-program">IVF</a> injections (sad laughing and how pathetic this journey is).

Today was a good mental health day, and I’m proud I am dealing better, but I also wish I could have more good days than bad. I’m tired of hurting. I pray for tomorrow. Thanks for listening.