One of the hardest things about disappointment after such hopeful moments is that you have to reorientate your thinking.
Once again, I have to think about job hunting, when for a while I thought I'd be having a kid instead.
Once again, I have to face Christmas with all my relatives going gaga over my sister-in-laws belly, without a belly of my own to secretly celebrate.
Once again, I have to face moving, and packing and a really hard week, all with IF underlying it.
But I won't stop believing that my life will be good. I had a few days of possibilities, and I am not giving up that I can have that again. Next time I hope with those possibilities becoming realities.