Not that I needed the final word, but the beta’s back and I’m definitely not pregnant. George, Jr. is not to be. I take solace in the fact that I don’t have to put my tail between my legs and thank Dr. Hate.
So I can stop the estrace and the PIO. Wait, I already stopped both, because, really? What’s the point?
Follow up and re-group with SuperDoc on July 6th to plan out IVF#3. We’d touch base sooner than that, but he’s halfway across the globe right now. How dare he?
And that, my friends, is the end of IVF#2 (Take 3). I suspect I won’t have much else to say here for a while. I’m not in a very good place right now and I’m not really sure I have anything left to say.
I’ll let you know what SuperDoc says in July.
ChezPerky 