Thanks all, again. I do sometimes need to be shaken. I know you are all right and I know this should be a happy, momentous time but it's already Hellish. Maz, you were not wrong. I actually wish the positive attitude had stayed. It never stays long with self-doubting little me, though.
My OH's little brother Chris lost his dad this morning. Chris is seven. His dad was forty-one. Died in his sleep after a horrendous rapid-battle with cancer that left him blind and paralysed. He got married two days ago to his second wife. She's a widow, now, and Chris has lost his father.
Part of me feels that these two little embryos might be some kind of a silver lining for Chris and, if they grow, they can give him something to look forward to. I know that's probably unrealistic, and it might even be detrimental to my own mind, but at least it makes me feel positive. It makes me feel like something good could come, that little Xavi and Iniesta (as OH has now named them somewhat stupidly) might grow and form and actually make this little moment of doubt seem like a distant moment of stupidity.
Had a good cry this morning both for Chris' dad and for all of this. Sometimes a blowout is needed. Now I worry, I worry that 'they' know I am crying because in some way I am less than pleased with them, like I am becoming a pushy mother before the babies are even born or formed.
I'm going to try to stay positive only because today I was reminded just how hit and miss life can be. It's so hard, though, it really is.