Well, here I am again. Gallons of follistim, desamethasone working it's insomniac magic on me in the wee hours, acupuncture and supplements and meditation and whatever the hell else I can come up with...
But I'm beyond hope this time. It used to be that I was just too nervous to admit that I was hoping much, even secretly. It wasn't so much the genuine disappointment of a failed cycle that I was trying to protect myself from. I wanted to be able to be objective so that failure wouldn't feel personal. I wanted to be able to shrug off a bad cycle so I could gather myself together for the next one. I was trying to be strong and realistic and determined without letting myself care too much - but it doesn't matter how much you tell yourself that you won't hope if deep in your heart you know you're wishing as hard as you can.
I've been stuck for so long in the in-between phase, knowing that hope isn't going to help me but unable to keep it completely at bay. Hope, wish, want. How could I completely separate the process from the goal? Impossible, really - the goal is the only reason for the process. But this time, the goal has changed for me. I just don't want to leave this unfinished. I'm not expecting anything but closure.
And I can write all of that here and know that it makes sense - but you can bet that if I said it to most people the first thing I'd hear would be "It'll probably happen now that you've just relaxed and stopped worrying so much!"