It's a two-pronged approach: eating and shopping. We went out for dinner Friday night (eve of impending Fail) and Saturday night (Fail Day v2.0). Tonight I am getting a home-cooked short ribs-and-pasta comfort food number that I am already drooling over. Today I bought a bunch of clothes I don't particularly need but want (do I need a 7th coat? It's Michigan, so sure). And I shopped for a couple of new small-scale home improvement projects (hello, foyer chandelier I have coveted and same to you, spiffy new handtowel ring). It helps, a little. Money can't buy happiness, but it can buy shiny things to distract you.
Thanks for kind words and your own 4-letter contributions. Much appreciated. The Bad News Beta was a little easier to take this time, but doesn't leave me any less disappointed. I guess some people get knocked up with zero IVF cycles (lucky fuckers, literally), some people with only one cycle, and some with a second cycle or an FET. Then there are some who require many, many more. I think that's us. Fuckity-fuck.
And now, the engines turn toward IVF Attempt Number Three. Meh.