Sorry to drag this on. I have had the craziest week ever and did not have an archive for this one.
Week one after the transfer, I was so hopeful. Things looked good. For me to say good, i avtually believed this crap worked. By Sunday, I started cramping and I just knew this did not work. I started crying on Sunday. My husband caught me. I tried to shelter him from it unsuccessfully. After talking to a few people, I realized my RE does the beta (pregnancy test) way late. 14 days past transfer. I emailed them that I knew this didn't work, and they said I could come in for an early test. They scheduled the WTF appointment (why the fail appointment for those of you fortunate enough to not know what that means).I am so grateful that they took me seriously.
She asked me how soon I could come in for the beta... I said now. I went in, took the blood draw.
There's nothing like dreading that phone call. I really don't want to talk to the woman who is calling me, telling me in the most sympathetic way possible things that I already know. I knew I was not pregnant.
Even a hatching embryo is destined for death in this uterus.
She called using that "I'm sorry" voice and I told her... Yea, I already knew that. Not pregnant.
Seriously... This is the song that never ends. Yes it goes on and on my friends. Some people started singing it not knowing what it was and they'll continue singing it forever just because THIS IS THE SONG THAT NEVER ENDS!
-special thanks to Erin @ http://erinvns.wordpress.com/ and Lisa @ http://hapahopes.blogspot.com/
I feel so lucky to have met you.