Ugh. If only it were that funny.
I guess I'll need to go see my an.alrapist.
The two that were growing arrested at 4 and 5 cells respectively.
I know it isn't very motherly of me, but I am relieved. If we did make it to a transfer, it would have ended in a negative, and I'd rather just get it over with outside of my body, and without anymore doxycyline or progesterone in oil.
All I my dreams are about egg donation, and husband has finally admitted that it is a distinct possibility that that will our route. Lets hope that crap shoot works.
We're meeting with Dr Calm today, because we need to meet with her before Xmas, and this is her only free time, so today it is. Actually, even though it's a spanner in my husbands calender, I'm relieved that we don't have to wait. I hate waiting, and in so many ways, the only way to cope with this clusterfuck called infertility is to have a plan.
Thanks for all of your thoughts, and all of your support. I can't imagine going through this without all of you.