I always wake up pissed off and exhausted from those dreams. My body is tense from emotional strain, I never know if it's 2 a.m. or if I'm late for work. All sense of right, wrong and time are smashed together. And then the cycle starts. I avoid bed at night. Avoid sleeping. Avoid visiting old friends in my dreams who were never friends in life. Avoid the confusion, sometimes tears, sometimes screams that I know will sweep into my brain the moment my eyes close.
Sometimes I am shocked at how easily we sleep at all. I mean... we are so fucking vulnerable. Just laying there, basically helpless, bellies and faces exposed to whatever may wander past our lairs. What could be going on around our unconscious bodies while we lay in complete abandon of awareness? And yes, this is what happens when I don't sleep. Four, five hours of confusion or terror or some combination of the two.
Oh yeah... Day four of round two of clomid. I am starting to know the lingo. Starting to know the next steps and the reasons the last ones failed. Starting to think that a pregnancy is looming but the idea is still hard to process. So. Tired.