And no this isn't about football.
When we canceled the IVF due to lack of progress in spite of a ton of injections, we converted to an IUI in the hopes that all would not be lost (read that as wasted - I wanted something to show for all that effort).
There was hope.
There were eggs.
I took it easy.
It did not matter.
Fate struck me down again over the weekend.
We are still crying ( okay I am, hubby** is merely holding me whenever I have the latest breakdown and that's good thing - the holding not the breakdowns )
As noted last post, we see our RE again Thursday to see what hope there is left.
I am tired.
** Edited to clarify that hubby wants this to work as much as I do. He wants a baby. He is upset too that it didn't work, but mostly because of how hard the entire process has been and is on me. I love him dearly.