I find myself at the bottom of IVF Mountain again, preparing to start climbing to Base Camp One.
This being my fourth attempt I know the base of this mountain well, but I can only dream of the view from the top.
Each time I attempt to crest this mountain I feel a little less optimistic, a little less confident, a little more unsure.
But every once in awhile, I have a flash of spontaneous hope. Just for a few seconds I think, "This could be it. I could do it this time. One last climb and this could all could be over."
The thought stops me in my tracks and takes my breath away.
I force the thought out of my mind. I must not lose focus. I must focus on the climb, one stage at a time.
(And thanks for climbing with me.)