I’m calling it. TOD (time of death) 7:55am.
My symptoms have all but disappeared–been dropping water since yesterday, boobs no longer hurt, not hungry when I woke up, etc. etc.
So then I POAS this morning at 12dpo (FRER) to confirm…and I waited for that second line…and…Nope. Nada. Zip. Zilch.
So then here’s the plan: I’ll go in for my beta tomorrow at 13dpo. I’ll let Nurse Cutie know that I’d like to begin birth control so that I can cycle with my husband home for this next (LAST) IUI. And I will ask her to place an order so I can get more Gonal-f. And I will give this medicated IUI business ONE more shot. With Mr. MLACS and his 312 million total count /55 million 100% motile sperm present (as you know that the last 4 of my 5 IUI’s have been with frozen sperm, since he’s been gone). And if this sh*t don’t work, then it’s time for IVF.
And there you have it. R.I.P. IUI #5. Thanks for nuthin’.