No change in my lining. The tech even had trouble measuring because it is so thin. So much for our natural cycle. My body, the traitor. Just waiting for the nurse to call this afternoon with the recommendation from the doctor, but we all know the answer. The real question is what he will recommend going forward.
No matter how hard I try to prepare myself for these let downs, I still can't control my emotions. I didn't go into the office because I couldn't stop the tears. So now I'm at my parent's house, hanging out with my mom and trying to think of some way to distract myself from all of this.
At least it is sunny and warm outside.
Unlike my dark, barren uterus.
Today's Tune had to be a Cure song.
Worrying is a Good Thing
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