Well, this morning began with yet another BFN (that's BIG FAT NEGATIVE - for those of you on Team Fertility who may not be familiar with all these cyber fertility acronyms, see the key I've created to the right). Day 28 has come and almost gone, and I'm still just as kidless as I was when the day began.
I've cried several times today, but I'm staring IVF right in the face. For the first time in my life, I'm not completely freaked out - just a little frightened. Trust me, that's progress compared to the hyperventilation I experienced the first time my RE mentioned that we were "good candidates for IVF". In fact, yesterday I ran across a copy of the letter my RE wrote to my gynecologist after our initial consultation. He referred to me as "very communicative" and a "little distressed about my infertility". Damn, this man is a genius. With that brilliant mind, surely he can help us create a real live embryo.
Tomorrow is my first appointment with my acupuncturist.
And, the ride continues....
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