Our Reality

Reality sucks.  Specifically, Our reality sucks. 

We had called the clinic prior to leaving the house and left a message.  We wanted to prevent the drive if we had to, halfway hoping we would still get to go.  Almost 2 hours later and 10 miles away from the clinic, our doctor called the cell phone.  That can't be good.  It was the first time I've actually spoken to her since our July IVF failure,and it was basically the same conversation.  No transfer today.  It is the same deal as last time. Our two embryos 'arrested' on Day 3 and hadn't grown since. 

I asked, 'Why?'

The doctor still has to go to lab, do some research, and talk to the embryologist to find out more information for us.  She'll call us later.  But, she was sorry.  It was maybe a 60 second conversation.

We took the next exit and turned around for home.  We stopped at the next exit so I could go to the restroom (yes, I had a full bladder).  I also got a coffee - why not?  We didn't listen to the radio for maybe 30 miles.  We don't know what to do or to say.  What's next?  Why is preganancy so hard to accomplish?  We considered getting a 3rd dog and becoming a 'dog family'.  We considered going to the hospital nursery to kidnap a baby - (hey, it worked for the lady in the news for 23 years!).  We're considering a second opinion and a different clinic.  We just don't know.  This is our reality.