This my friends is an example of a negative pregnancy test. Don’t squint or stare. That glaring expanse of white will burn your eyes and harm them indefinitely akin to “Surfer Eyes.” How do I know this? I am both an infertile with bad eyes, and I used to live in Surf City USA.
So, where to next? I guess on to my third Femara/trigger/IUI cycle. I’m not so broken up about this one. Last month was such a shit show that I am relieved that it is unequivocally negative. None of this kinda sorta maybe chemically pregnant bullshit. That sucked the soul out of me. Nothing like feeling and thinking you are pregnant for 36 hours to watch it all drain away. Onward.
Now, all I need to happen is for my period to start today or tomorrow. Don’t worry, Team. I will be pulling out all the tricks to get it started again. See, my doctor is moving offices, and tomorrow is the last day he is seeing patients until November 6th. Well, patients that don’t need to be seen anyway. I’m hoping he is going to squeeze those currently moving through an IVF cycle into his busy moving schedule. Unfortunately, I fall into the former camp.
I don’t want to take a cycle off. Maybe if I tell him that I really, really, really want an August 2013 due date he will concede. That would be fabulous. I figure I have two cycles to go in order to give birth before I turn 34. I started this journey three months past my 31st birthday. Oh, how time flies. I was aiming to give birth when I was 32. That’s funny.