One would think, given the amount of time I have spent in this situation, that being at a standstill would be like second nature to me at this point. But it really doesn’t seem to be the type of thing you grow accustomed to. Frustrated? Angry? Upset? Sad? Yes to all. Familiar? No.
I’m again at the standstill. Surgery is done. Stitches are out. I’m fairly healed and at about 95%. Followup to surgery is this coming week and I am sure I will have my official all clear from my surgeon. And this week my first post-surgery period came. Only 2 days late, because what’s a little abdominal surgery. My body likes to keep to it’s schedules, and will not be delayed.
Except, you know, it won’t do that one thing we’re all supposed to be able to do.
I am now back at the point where the only thing stopping IVF #2 from moving forward is finances. I have enough money to pay for the cycle, but not enough money for the medications I need.
So now I wait. And watch my fertility just keep ticking down with each month that passes. At this point it’s already been 10 years, what’s a few more, eh?