So my temp dropped and so did my spirits. The second IUI most definitely did not work. I am going in for my super fun Day Three Clomid test tomorrow, which is always delightful. It’s not bad enough that your period came because you’re so totally not pregnant, but just to increase the humiliation, you have to go to the dr. while having said period to be poked and prodded and checked for cysts.
It’s always about this time that I try to be more hopeful. At the beginning of a new cycle, as soon as you (sort of) get over the heartbreak of having failed to get pregnant, there is this feeling of starting over — of thinking, maybe this month will be different.
Maybe something good will happen.
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