The Ubiquitous Single Line

Ugh.

I mean, really?

I can't think of any 3 minute increments that I hate more than the 3 minutes between the dip and the read.

Perhaps you've lived this scene, as well?
Disposable cup with fresh pee?  Check!
Ridiculously expensive stick with absorbent tip?  Oh yeah!
Husband standing by to say, "I'm sorry, baby"?  You know it!
Knowledge that there will only be 1 line there, but secretly hoping to see 2?  Unfortunately, yes.
Working very hard to throw yourself into making muffins, all the while being unable to function at a normal level? Yep!

I lived it (again!) this morning.  I knew it would be negative, but I wanted to get it over with.  I'll be starting my provera on Thursday, and we have one more refill of Femara left.  I'm thinking we'll do this last cycle, and take the rest of the year off.  I'll try to get a January appointment with the RE, to move on to the next step.

But, in the meantime, in the back of my mind, I always see a single pink line...

Then, I begin to feel bad that I get so down about my infertility, when there are people with much bigger issues to work through.

Case in point, a very good internet friend of mine unexpectedly lost her newborn daughter to a genetic defect they didn't know she had before she was born a week and a half ago.  To make matters worse, last November, this same couple lost an unborn daughter midway through the pregnancy with no warning.  No one should have to bury one child, much less two in 11 months!  Please keep this couple in your prayers at this difficult time.