I never even last long enough to test. 11dpo is pretty normal for me to get my period so I’m right on target. Even the Progesterone can’t keep it off and help me live on my fluffy cloud of ignorance and bliss for a couple more days. WTF WTF WTF
And there goes IVF #1. All the injections, all the appointments, all of the hope and all of the fear and all of the waiting…
I can’t really put into words what I’m feeling right now so I’m just going to curl up in a ball and let myself cry a little. My body can’t do what a woman’s body is meant to do. What more is there to say about it?