Friday, October 24, 2008
Where'd they go?
He took a look, "Looks like the lining got thicker. That's a good sign!"
He maneuvers it to the right... "Nothing over here."
He maneuvers it to the left... "Nothing over here either."
A silent unspoken, "Damn." echoes in my mind.
I was given two options.
He surprised me.
Originally he told me he only went as high as 150mg with Clomid, but he said we could try 200mg.
The second option. Injectables. Which means I'd have to take a break, save money.
I jumped on the chance to up the Clomid once more. I don't want to take a break just yet. After this though... we'll call it quits for a few months. Save money. Start again.
I'm so... blah... right now.
I was so hopeful.
I think the only reason I responded before was because of the Metformin.
I honestly do.
(the photo is from a class I took, I had to document something. I chose hands. This is my little brothers hand, with a wooden sword I had given him for x-mas... which he broke.)