Oh what a night!

Not that kind. (That kind = high school dance with beloved friends, singing, dancing)

This kind was the kind with tears. Lots of them. I don't really know where they came from, but when they arrived, they arrived with gusto. So much gusto that I needed a chocolate shake. And there, my friends, went today's attempt at eating healthy and working out tonight. You can't run when you have tears marring your vision.

Tonight, I was asked why infertility leads to embarrassment and shame. I googled, but there was nothing to help me answer that question. It's common knowledge that those emotions go hand-in-hand with the diagnosis, yet no one mentions WHY. Why be embarrassed about something completely out of your control? Good question. Unfortunately, not having an answer doesn't negate the question.

Must. Think.