Here it comes…the dread, the anxiety, the fear. As I attempt to analyze my intentions for starting to chart and reintroduce medications to be my new “normal” while all the while feeling so incredibly nauseous in the process, I am reminded that the cycle of grief has once again reset. The “what ifs” begin, and I’m wondering if deep in my heart I haven’t stopped wanting to get pregnant because I see a little shiny lure of hope out there in the deep. I feel myself attempting to withdraw to escape from acknowledging the feeling of sadness and anger that comes with it. I find myself resisting all that God…