...and all I got was this lousy crotch rot.
Oh, and a BFN.
Yeah, that too.
Went in a day early for my beta since Ladyville is up in arms and it was confirmed this afternoon that this cycle is not the one.
Then I went to a work meeting for two hours and held myself together like a pro.
Then I came home. And I cried. And cried. And cried some more.
But then I picked myself up, wiped my eyes, and dusted myself off. You see, battling infertility is a bit like being in the boxing ring. Infertility, however, does not fight fair and I got one hell of a sucker punch today.
But this isn't the knockout round. Come the flow of red, I'm back in the ring, ready to fight again another day.