Beta blood draw this morning.
I had all sorts of symptoms. My boobs were bug and tender, the smell of the stairwell on my way up to the clinic for my blood draw made me gag…and it was negative.
A month plus of injections and another month of birth control and a beautiful embryo and wonderful lining and nada.
The nurse left the news via voicemail on my phone and directed me to call back to make a consult with the doc. But, honestly, there’s no point. I’m not willing or able to do any more treatments. I’m done. I’m so done.
I cried. I’ve had 3 beers. I intend to have a giant fully caffeinated coffee tomorrow. I’m done crying, I think. It will be ok. I’ve been very lucky to have the two beautiful kiddos I do. This is the end of the ttc road for us.