This infertility journey is harder than I thought. Lately. Although bouyed by actually feeling progress towards our goal. Stress is constant. Go to sleep with it, wake with. Creeps in when I think I am focused on other things. Shots are giving me marathon headaches. Having trouble getting things done. This is not like me. Admitting this to other people is not like me. I feel like I am walking on a beach. The waves keep lapping at my ankles. No matter how fast I run, they still make upward progress.
Talking about it helps, acknowledging it helps. Allowing myself to be in this and not feeling guilty helps. I am one woman. One woman pushing back the ocean. But just in case, I'm also a strong swimmer.