The one thing that continues to perplex me in this walk with infertility is the cycle of grief I experience at different times and moments along the way. This week in particular, I find myself dancing the complex dance I have with anger within it. Somehow, anger has always been the emotion that I try to stifle and proceed with caution with as I try to unravel my grief. In hoping to surpass it, or even skip over it, I mistakenly think that I can bypass my anger as I attempt to plow forward through this part of grief in hopes of rapidly reaching the end of the cycle where…