I had a panic attack at work yesterday, with no discernible trigger. I am in training, so I pulled my trainer aside and "out-ed" myself, so to speak, and now have freedom to get up and walk around or get out for a breath of fresh air if needed. Going back on the phones in 2 weeks is going to be hell. Coworkers started talking about their kids, and I had to leave the room. BUT, I successfully watched Julie & Julia without freaking out too badly during those 2 little snippets...so I suppose that is progress.
In Blog land, I'm kind of excited...added to the Blogroll on Stirrup Queens, signed up for April's ICLW, and have a couple of new followers thanks to LFCA. It's good to not feel alone, at least in internet land. Real land, well, that's another story.
I am still struggling with whether IVF is the way to go or not. Stupid gut feeling saying it's not going to work and will be more heartache than it is worth. But, since it's not going to happen overnight, and we have to save for it, I've got time to make that decision. Does anyone else feel that way? How do you not lose hope?