Another one down
Which begs the question, why does this still upset me so much? You think I'd be used to it by now. But I still had to stiff-upper-lip it through the congratulatory conversation, and as soon as she left I shut my office door and welled up. I'm able to be unreservedly happy for fellow IFers, but let someone else announce they're pregnant and I'm a basket case.
I'm in a foul mood. I'm feeling very pessimistic about this cycle. And I'm having what I assume are side effects from the Clomid--acne, mood swings, and other hormonal delights. I'm signing off now before I become even more of a bummer.