Saturday morning, I gathered up George's things-- food, toys, leash-- and dropped him off at Downtown Dog Rescue.
I got a little teary when I said goodbye.
And then I came home. I expected to fall apart, but I didn't.
I felt... flat.
Which is pretty much how I've been feeling since I found out I had to cancel IVF on Friday.
I've written about numbness before, but it's been awhile since I felt it.
I just kinda hit my limit. There's no point in crying. There's nothing to do. (Except everything I'm already doing, which I have to keep doing, including taking hormone shots. Ugh.)
It just is what it is.
There's nothing to do but get through it.
I know in a few days I'll feel fine.
Just in time for a two week wait. And we all know how fun THOSE are.