I am thinking I might have just reached my anger stage. All out of order. I seemed to have skipped guilt and anger (if you don't count some of my interactions with my MIL, but I think those were justified) before now. I still can't do guilt-- just can't find anything at all anyone could've done. But maybe it was the anger talking last two days or so.
I want the baby I had. I want A. I want the next one too. But dammit, I shouldn't have to be trying now. I should be tickling my boy.
I feel better today, but not all better.