Well, the election week from hell is over. I swear 2020 just wouldn’t end and every day drags on longer and longer. I cannot wait until 2021 comes around! Granted things could arguably get even worse in 2021 – Yellowstone could erupt and that’s basically goodbye humans we had a good run – but the future is not decided yet and no use worrying until the doomsday scenario’s here, eh? Trump did NOT get elected, no matter what he claims with zero evidence, and that is already a plus for 2021.
I’ve been putting off talking about my pregnancy. Well, that’s because I’m no longer pregnant. I had a miscarriage two weeks ago, and I’m still grappling with coming to terms with it. I’m doing alright coping – journaling, meditation, talking about it with as many people as I can including professionals – they all help. I will definitely dedicate an entry to it, just not yet, because I’m not done coping with it yet. I am getting there, however, and so I look forward to the day that this won’t bring me to tears immediately upon thinking. My doctor also decided we should take a good, long break mentally and physically before we try IVF again. So sometime next year – probably January – we’ll resume the treatments. Until then I just have to physically take care of myself and get my mind in order. I still consider this as a thing to look forward to, because like I said many, many times before, 2020 is a terrible, horrible, no good, very bad year, and we all are anxiously waiting for it to be over.