There are rare days that I barely know how I make it through another day of coping with IF, other than the fact that I have to. Today is one of them. Sometimes I am really optimistic, and sometimes the hopelessness is just overwhelming.
An occasion that should make me extremely happy is clouded by jealousy (which makes me feel incredibly guilty). My sister just told me she is pregnant with baby #2. She was lucky to get pregnant her 3rd month trying. We started trying for #1 before her first was born, and here she is on baby #2. I don't get jealous of other people getting pregnant, but then it happens for my sister, and I do. Which makes me feel like the biggest @sshole alive. I fricking hate IF.