We are coming up on what will probably be the most difficult week of all of this. What we now are referring to as Hell Week.
May 1 - our anniversary. We used to joke about the twins would probably come on this day just to make sure we pay attention to them and don't get a day every year to think about us as a couple.
May 2 - my birthday. Cake with frosting that may as well spell out "Congratulations! You're a year older and in a higher failure bracket!"
May 3 and 4 - We were hoping they would be born straddling midnight so everyone would get their own birthday.
May 5 - Hubby's birthday. Want some of my leftover failure cake Sweetie?
May 7 - the day we would have induced if they hadn't been born yet.
May 8 - The first Mother's Day we were ever going to celebrate.
May 9 - appointment with the grief counselor assuming I'm not completely comatose by then.
And just to make sure we make it as difficult as possible, we've added an extra layer of complication. As reported earlier, we think I ovulated around the 14th. So that means that we should be pregnancy testing right around May 1, assuming AF doesn't answer the question for me. If positive - all sorts of mixed emotions (mostly good, but still overwhelming). If negative, I immediately start the medications to start an FET cycle.
I'll probably be curled up in the fetal position under the covers if anyone needs me.