CD8

The first time around, I was super excited to try. It felt like an adventure. Even though I was working crazy hours and had no free time, all my extra mental energy was fixated on TTC. I cut out alcohol, soft cheeses, deli meat, etc. the minute Flo left town, happy to give it all up indefinitely, unable to indulge again until we had a baby. I was as devoted to the task at hand as I could be.

This time, I'm just not there. I'm no longer wallowing, and I have finally stopped with my incessant sob-fest, but I can't seem to make the transition from no-longer-depressed to whatever it is I was before. And I'm not sure what to make of that.