Barreling forward, yet again.

As I figured, not a single one of my lovely 16 eggs released. All because I didn't ask for a trigger shot. Actually, I'm pretty sure he wouldn't have given it to me anyways, but it would have been worth it to just ask. So, because I am just fated to have to experience every aspect of infertility, I am now on Provera because my period was no where in sight. Today is day 4 of the five-day cycle and once I finish these pills, the RE says I should expect my period in about 10 days. At least there's an end in sight to this torture.

As if I needed any more proof that the universe is having a good laugh at my expense, while I was on the way to the lab the other morning for my beta and P4 test, there was a car in front of me with the license plate "FERTIL". I am not joking. I imagined that the driver was hung-over, smoking a cigarette while her six kids sat in the backseat without their seatbelts. Poetic justice isn't funny.

The better part is that once this cycle ends, I'm telling the RE that we want to do the transfer no matter how crappy my lining looks this time around. We've decided to do a natural FET cycle which means no drugs at all. It'll be refreshing, but annoying at the same time. It's hard to sit back and do nothing. I'm hoping it will be worth it, but I have serious doubts about the abilities of the RE to get the timing right.

Along with the agony of waiting for my period to make it's appearance, I've caught some terrible throat infection. I went to my regular doctor and they tested me for Mono and pneumonia, which both came back negative, thank goodness. I can't even imagine how I would have felt if I had to be put on hold for three months because of Mono.

I have to keep repeating to myself that this is going to work somehow, some way. My body can do this. I know it can.