IVF #3 is over. 11dp3dt - BFN.
Devastated doesn't even begin to describe it.
Pain in my body and soul.
The words seem empty. Empty like my arms. Empty like my heart. Empty like the 'nursery'. Empty like my womb...
I preferred the paralysis - at least there was a glimmer of hope there.
What might have been - it breaks my heart wide open to even think about it.
3 IVFs. 7 embryos, 7 little babies - gone. My body took them in, chewed them up and spit them out. What could have been...
A handful more arrested in a petri dish dark and alone. All those little lives... What could have been...
6 frozen. Waiting. What might be...
What if this is it for me? What if embryo transfer is the closest I will ever get to being pregnant?
How many more attempts will they allow me? How much more can I take? I am not done, not ready to throw in the towel, but oh the pain and the heartache and the anxiety.
3 failed IVFs. I can't believe this is my life, my pain, my reality. 3 failed IVFs. It has hardly begun to sink in. It barely seems possible.
How does this happen? Why? WHY?
It takes my breath away to even think about the month of December. Not just the holiday gatherings, but all of it. The music, the commercials, the mall, Santa, Christmas cards with adorable families and newsletters, the visiting, the kids, the food, the merriment. Is there any worse reminder of how much this hurts???
I want to run away. I want Sean & Libby & I to disappear to a place where it is warm and sunny and IVF and infertility are all just a nightmare from another lifetime. Where Christmas doesn't exist. Where it is adults only.
PIO after a BFN - could it suck any more? Icing on the cake tonight. Maybe my bloody mess of a post IVF period will start and this shitty day will be complete. A girl can dream.
What a day for a BFN - dark, cold, and rainy.