I’m talking bruises here. Physical pain. When we were in the middle of three shots a day in the belly all I could think was how I just don’t know if I could take it again. How could I last another day of this torture?
But over the weekend the bruises faded. (yay!) The bloat slightly lingered. (boo) And I felt pretty good about knowing if I could make it through once, then I could try again if needed.
I know the chances of a first time IVF working are not the greatest. I’m sure everyone hopes to be the lucky one. Let’s just say I have low expectations from constantly Not being the lucky one in anything fertility related. But I am still letting hope creep in. Because if I don’t then I did it all for nothing.