I'm sitting here in my car outside the RE's office, crying. Just had the IUI and feeling hopeless.
Didn't sleep well. I was late because C and I were both running late. I was cursing and angry the whole drive down.
Everyone was very nice. RE was positively cheery. I was almost surly. The numbers were okay. I think I may have just ovulated. Even got needled.
C had to teach this morning. I asked the RE about the article in the Times, but it came out all weird. He responded, briefly and "Well, good luck. Take care! Bye!"
"I'm just so tired of this," was, is, all I can think. C is tired of it too. I don't want to give up.
But I don't know how much more I can get through.