Last night I cried myself to sleep. As each month passes its getting harder not easier. It seems everyone and their Granny is pregnant. People ask "how are you doing." I just smile and say "okay" because they really don't want to hear what I have to say.
Since hubby's surgery is this month we're kind of in "limbo". If surgery is successful his count should be normal by January. January seems like a lifetime away.
We have waffled back and fourth trying to decided if we should go see the fertility specialist or not. I canceled the appointment we had on Wednesday. By Thursday I was freaking out over the cancellation. (NUTS)
It doesn't help that the phone isnt ringing. Are we not even good enough (in God) eyes to be foster parents?