This Christmas was okay. I was braced for it being hard. There were a few moments but generally okay.
Just drove home from NoCal. Rest stops full of moms with cigarettes and little kids. In SF I saw a ton of people who looked like us but with kids... I guess because it's a walking city, you actually SEE more families scuttling around. We caught up with old friends and were very honest about what's going on with us... I have this feeling like I want everyone to know what we've been through.
I'm feeling angry tonight. Don't know why it makes sense for us to have this struggle when others don't. Running out of new thoughts on this. It's always hard.
I'm supposed to be taking care of myself so I'm in a good place for our upcoming FET... will have to start doing that...