I didn't sleep well last night. The progesterone gives me crazy dreams and last night Scott woke me up because I screamed and was sweating like crazy. Glad I get a break from the progesterone for a few weeks.
Part of me didn't want to go do blood this morning. I was feeling like at least in this moment I'm still pregnant, but it could all be over in a few hours. Bloodwork didn't go as well, they always seem to have a hard time getting a vein. So they usually use a smaller needle and go into my forearm. First spot didn't work and she fished until I was going to puke.
Second spot worked but was going super slow. Turns out the progesterone makes your blood thicker and trying to get it through a smaller needle was a little rough. After, Scott brought me home and I had a big nap.
We still hadn't heard so we decided to call at three.
The most frustrating thing is we don't have any reasons why it's not working.
Lots of tears today and I imagine there will be more tears tomorrow.
But one of the best things I know about myself is I know I'm determined and know how to fight for what I want and not give up. And I married someone who's no quitter either.
Our hearts are broken, but we'll get through this. Next round of drugs starts next week.