I can't take much more of this. I feel like I am held together with dried out duct tape and string and the slightest misstep will cause me to crumble.
Tomorrow I fly to Chicago. Dr. C will do an ultrasound with her super fancy machines and if we still have a fetus with a heartbeat I will have another round of intralipid therapy. My blood results were all good and normal, but because of my wretched history Dr. C did not want to take any chances and recommended another infusion.
I am scared, anxious, tearful, jumping from hopeful to doom and gloom every two minutes.