Falling

The test results came back earlier this afternoon. My hcg level dropped, so this pregnancy isn't viable. Right now the things I'm thankful for -- no Misoprostol, no ectopic pregnancy -- are pretty dreadful. But I'm still thankful, and hopeful, at this point at least, for next time.

Out again

I'm pretty sure this cycle was a bust. A blood test tomorrow will likely prove it. I'm having a hard time even feeling disappointed ... this is what happens, right? You shoot yourself full of drugs and time everything as well as you can and follow directions and take your prenatals and wait thinking this time might be different, only it isn't. I'm beginning to doubt the presence of any eggs at all. I think my ovaries were just blowing bubbles on the ultrasound or something. Stupid feckless organs.

This time is different in one way, though. This time, I'm going to ask the nurse to check with the RE to see if he has any big ideas about how we should move forward *now*, instead of having any surprises sprung on us this month when we're trying to order the injectables and only have a short window of time for appointments.

Live and learn.

Back to the drawing board

Tests were negative, so we start the process over again today.