Lately, I've found myself keeping our IF and TTC travails a little closer to the chest. I don't want to talk to anyone about it. If C has to work on the day of our next ER, I'll drive myself in and he can pick me up on his way home from work. I cringe at the thought of involving anyone else; of having to explain what's going on and how I'm feeling and how hopeful but guarded I am; of hearing the ignorant platitudes that do nothing but make my skin crawl. I especially don't want anyone but C by my side while I wait and recover.
I'd kind of like to disappear for a while and not come back to this world with people in it until we're pregnant enough to share the news with the whole world... say around 25 weeks. Instead, once we have a more concrete timeline, I'll schedule a vacation to coincide with the first half of the TWW so I can essentially hide under a rock for a while.