I have debated on whether or not I wanted to start a blog. My husband thought it would be a great idea to get my feelings out instead of taking them out on him. I have been coming down from the hormones from my failed IVF attempt in February. I've been a little short tempered lately and I know he has been putting up with my moods. As I look back, the IVF process went very smoothly and I was suprised on how well I was doing. The doctor told me that everything that looked "pretty good", until the day of the transfer, things looked bleak (10-15% chance of success). My eggs were rated poor. I have never been rated "poor" in my life, you see I have always pushed myself to be the best. I like many others began blaming myself and my husband kept reassuring me it would be ok. I hope it will be. I however reserve the right to rant and rave.
So now we are approaching being our second and last attempt at IVF. I am a little less excited than before, I don't look foward to the endless checking of our calendar, the blood tests (apparently I have no veins so I get stuck five to six times each time they need a sample) and all of those lovely shots. My husband sympathizes with me and tells me that it hurts him to give me the shots. I know its hard for him to hear me yelling when he hits a sensitive spot. However, through it all, we know that each shot gets us closer and closer to the transfer.
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