I felt so hopeless and alone. Not only because J is out of town, but also because I am truly feeling like I have no one in real life to help me through this tumultuous journey. Really, I was just feeling incredibly sorry for myself and our less-than-desirable circumstances.
I thought about calling my mom mid-sob, but I was crying so hard I'm pretty sure I would have just about given her a panic attack and made her think something really horrible had happened.
Something horrible and tragic is happening, though, and I hate it. I hate feeling helpless and alone.
I'm really hoping this is all Clomid talking and I can get out of this funk.