Here I sit in my car waiting for my 3:20 pm appointment to start. I have been patiently waiting for 3 months.
This is the “WTF” appointment to look back as well as the “kick off” appointment for our next embryo donation opportunity…
I used to get excited for appointments like this. This time, all I can think… am I done?
The stress of the next round crept in this week. I have been clenching my teeth…that’s my first official signal. My mind has raced a bit, but mostly it’s just tired and cringing at the thought of meds and hoops to jump through for the next 6 weeks.
Then there’s my wallet… It’s less inclined to open and throw the money around like it has been in the past. It’s small potatoes compared to previous expenses…but the clasp is tighter than ever.
My husbands game, but I’m on the fence. Am I done?
(I will follow up later)