So…pretty sure this cycle is a bust. I wasn’t even supposed to test until Monday, but I started spotting yesterday and expect to see an actual period tomorrow. At 12dpIUI#1-A. Can you say luteal phase defect? How much vitamin D do I have to take to rectify this shit?
I’m attempting to fill the hole in my uterus with food. I haven’t stopped stuffing my face since yesterday afternoon. So on top of being barren, I may be bordering on an eating disorder as well.
This weekend is going to suck. But when my period starts for real, I can call my clinic to schedule a hysteroscopy, along with all the other pre-IVF testing Hubby and I will have to do, including a HALO test for him (for DNA fragmentation). Then we can get everything on the calendar for December/January.
Can I just say again, THIS SUCKS.
The odds were against us, but I still clung to that tiny shred of hope.
That’s over now. And I’m going to do my best to ignore the next cycle or two between now and going on BCPs in preparation for the real deal. We’ve always known that IVF would be our best shot. But somehow we both let unrealistic expectations rear their fugly little heads, leaving us to reap nothing but heartache when things went against our silly, hopeful plans.
Now I just hope nothing gets in the way of our IVF. Like–and I never thought I’d say this–Hubby getting a job between now and then that takes us away from our super-cocky doc and his ridiculously high stats.
P.S. Thanks, Mel, for sending some support my way during the tail-end of this horrific not-even-two-week-wait.