Short and Sweet

I had a non-related IVF meeting today and was able to get out of the office a little early.  This meeting was at a dental office near Chik-fil-a, so naturally I went there for lunch (I promise I’m not sponsored by Chik-fil-a).  This is probably TMI, but here goes: at this point, I’d been bleeding for the last 24 hours, so I knew where my earlier pregnancy test was going to end up (the doc’s office was to call later today). While eating lunch, the tears kept welling up in my eyes, and I superbly prevented them from cascading down my cheeks.  I’m not sure if it was these little pools or just the training there, but I had two employees ask me if I needed anything and if they could help.  Ok, it was definitely their training, but I felt I’d stepped out of this commercial (grab some hankies).  Anyway, the small gesture meant a lot; without them, the small reprieve in my racing thoughts would have tailspun quickly.

I called the doc’s office at 4:30 urgently requesting they call me this evening.  I absolutely did not want to get the call tomorrow morning and have to deal with the wave of emotion afterwards.  The nurse called a few minutes later, and as expected, the pregnancy test was negative.  I’m utterly devastated, but at least there are other embryos.  We scheduled an appointment for next Tuesday so we can go over the new game plan.

As expected, this would be a journey, and it looks like our story does not end today.