Thanks girls. I'm not giving up yet. I'm just trying to integrate the possibility of not having a baby into my psyche. This is how I process things. I have to take a lot of time to ponder the possibility so that at some point, if it does become reality, I won't completely fall to pieces. It's like I'm beginning to build my wall of protection.
I have to be realistic. The reality is that I'm 36 and Tim is 41. The reality is that I have diseased tissue in my uterine wall in a place where embryos like to implant. The reality is that there is a distinct possibility that this is what caused my last 3 losses. If I was 10 years younger, I might feel more hopeful, but I really don't have a lot of time on my side. I can't hinge all of my hope on this doctor in Florida. I have a sliver of hope with him, but even if he can help, that means I put my uterus through surgery. Not exactly something that excites me. I imagine that would keep me out of the ttc game for a while so I could heal.
You see what I'm saying? There is a lot for me to process and if I don't do it soon, I may not be able to prevent a clinical depression down the road.
The fact that my uterus is aching from this tissue is just a shitty reminder. Not to mention the fact that this is only supposed to get worse as I age. I dread the prospect of having my uterus hurt all the time to the point where a hysterectomy will be a joyful thought. But that's another reality I face regardless of whether I have a baby or not.
I think the anniversaries of my babies deaths are hitting me really hard. This time of year is harder for me than I even imagined. Tomorrow is the anniversary of my first loss. I'm sitting at work crying right now. I need to snap out of it.