12 days past ovulation
I caved. I woke up at 5 a.m. this morning before anyone else, opened the pee stick in the basement so no one would hear, crept into the guest bathroom and peed. It was negative.
Five mature follicles, two IUIs, two trips to the hospital. A pile of new medical bils my insurance won’t cover. And no baby.
Top it off: The FIRST words after my MIL walked in last night were “So your pregnant, right?”
Not only did I fail myself and my husband. I have failed her. I’m taking a blogging break for a few days. I’m going to need every ounce of strength to deal with her.