Walking a Line

I walk a delicate line.

Between what could be and what might not.

Between what I hope and dream and what may be inevitable.

Between making plans for being a parent and making plans for still trying to become a parent.

Between life and death of a life.

I'm so heartbroken. My friend who has walked this road side by side with me since April found out today their second transfer didn't work.

Why?

I don't understand.

Her embryos thawed in a dish beside mine.

Now, just like that, they're gone. Her embryos are gone and her dreams are gone. 

Will ours live, or will they die, too?