End of IVF Cycle

Today i woke up and said that today was going to be a good day, that today was going to be my day. Today was not my day, today was not a good day. Today i failed… Yes that is right END of IVF cycle.
Today after 26 days – 10 days of needles 3 days of intense pain, 5 days of anticipation, 8 days of emotional torment, and four thousand dollars – bled out of me.
It is over and i am numb.
There is nothing i can do… But go on. There are 71 more days to go in my journey and i must go on, pick myself up and try again, this is the challenge…
So in the spirit of all things not pregnant, my top ten things that i am going to go and do… Humor me – it is the best ive got right now without being suicidal… (that there is a joke)
- I am going to wake up at the crack of dawn and go for a super long and super fast run, ended by a massive sprint
- I am going to drink 1 massi 3 shot skinny latte, followed by 1 large 2 shot skinny latte, followed by 1 regular 1 shot skinny latte, followed by maybe another afternoon regular
- I am going to get a Brazilian wax
- I am going to buy a dress that fits me now, and that will only look good on me when i am 60kg
- I am going to line up all of my heels from shortest to tallest, pick the highest of high stilettos and wear them all day
- I am going to take a strong knock me out kind of pain relief for these bloody cramps
- I am going to have a glass of wine with my dinner
- I am going to wallow in self pity – just a little
- I am going to drink some more coffee
- And finally i am going to pick myself up, call the nurse and get back to the doctor as soon as i can – because in the end what else can i do? Cry?
“Que Sera, Sera, Whatever will be, will be. The future’s not ours, to see. Que Sera, Sera What will be, will be…..” Doris day
I can not control the tears, i can not control the way i am expressing my emotions, the intensity, i can not control anything. I am hurting, hurting from places i didnt think it was possible to hurt from. No matter how many tears i cry no matter how much i wish it away or think positively – the pain isnt going away.
Yes, yes i do have a step son, and yes, yes i do love him very very much and i do treasure the moments we spend together – but no, no he is not my son, he has a mother. I didnt grow him inside of me, i did not give birth to him, and i did not watch him grow from a tiny baby.


A normal girl turned instantly teary then instantly overly cheerful, turned grumpy, crazed B-i -A–c-h
I have a problem, well no that is a lie, i have many problems – i wouldnt be in this current predicament if i didnt have one significant problem, you know – the one that begins with P and ends with S. Not too worry, my current issue us that i like coffee… no, no, there i go again lying…
Sooooooooooooooooooooo my dilema is… now do i switch to decaf? How much coffee is too much coffee? What are the impacts on embryo’s? Does it decrease my chances? Does it make defects? If i have decaf are the chemicals bad?

















