I found out on Friday (13dpo) that my beta went down from 8 to 3, so the cycle was another failure.
Sorry to keep everyone hanging all weekend, but I told you ahead of time what the plan was, and I intended to stick to it. I decided to go ahead and allow this post to go live tonight, Sunday, instead of tomorrow because tomorrow is my husband’s birthday… and I don’t want this black cloud hanging over his day, and I definitely don’t want a crappy post like this to share his birth date.
And honestly, I don’t care about the Super Bowl, so 2/7 seemed just fine.
There, I said it.
All those mature follicles, all those eggs we recruited, the mild OHSS, the 120-level progesterone for NOTHING. Literally nothing. Just another empty womb, broken heart, and reminder that my body simply cannot do the one thing it is supposed to be able to.
How naive of me. Seven follicles at trigger? High risk for multiples? So what. Still can’t get pregnant.
I’m giving my ovaries a break from treatment for two, maybe three months. I need to recover emotionally, physically, and financially from the last four cycles before moving forward.
I really have nothing else to say that I didn’t already in this post.
Thanks for the support and love.