No one tells you how to bury your babies. No one explains how to put away their things, close up their bedroom and move on with your life. They expect that you will, though. No one tells you that you have to keep moving because you're still here. What they do tell you, in various word combinations and looks of derision, is to get over it. Move past it. Get back to "normal". Go back to work. And the worst, the part that makes you want to cut people you have loved out of your life for good, is the platitudes. Yep. You know what I mean. Those aunts, cousins, co-workers and even friends who'll look at you pitifully because you should know this -- "It's all part of Gd's plan!" Yes. Apparently that is a thing. Gd, in His infinite wisdom, planned for us to toil for years at getting pregnant, finally have it happen, loose a pregnancy or two, only to find that we are carrying triplets. Then, to ice the cake properly, He decides that we don't really need to raise our babies. No, no. Because what He needs are more angels!?!?! Stop it. Just....stop. Don't spout that BS at me. As a matter of fact, don't spout anything at me. Ever. Again. In life. Stop knowing me. I can't stand you another moment. Go.
Now that we've gotten that our of our system, not having moved on, but having accepted...we try again. One more round. Two more frosty embryos. One more chance at growing our family biologically. Let's get this road on the show, shall we?