After a rough few days last weekend, I was finally able to dig myself out of the pit I was wallowing in. I've often felt through this process like I don't even recognize myself anymore, so to feel a bit more like my old self has been refreshing. I can get through the days a little happier, but there's no denying that there's always a sadness right beneath the surface. It takes focus and discipline to recognize when my mind starts getting stuck on the rough thoughts, and to force myself to stop. It's a conscious effort - no longer is a happy day something that just happens. A happy day is one I have to fight for.
It's hard. My mind tends to highlight every little trigger. If I see a pregnant woman I think, "She looks to be about as far along as I would have been right now." If (like today) I hear friends announcing their pregnancies, I think, "We would have been pregnant at the same time." It's a sad little math that my brain tends to get stuck on: how many more months will I have to wait? how old will that make me when I have a child? how many tries can I possibly get before my due date arrives?
I am walking a tight rope over that pit.
I hope it will get easier once I'm finally given a clean bill of health. I suspect that knowing I am physically through the loss will help me feel emotionally more past it as well. My brain could really use some cooperation from my uterus here! In the meantime, when the thoughts start to creep up, I repeat to myself some lyrics that have been stuck with me:
But there's nothing more to it, I just get through it. Oh there's nothing more to it, I just get through it.