I'm going on hiatus. I'm taking a summer siesta. A vacation. A furlough. A holiday.... From infertility treatments. I'm postponing IVF #2 until after Summer. August.
I need a break. I'm worn out. I want to be a normal person for a couple of months. I want to drink wine and work out (If I want) and play and work and travel and have fun and be normal. I do not want to think about my lining or the number of follicles I may or may not grow or the amount of estrogen I'm required to take or every other day visits to the RE or why or why not something does or does not or will never work.
I'm tired of the sadness and the sorrow and the uncertainty and, honestly, the pity and the I'm sorries. If truth be told (and I'm on a truthtelling rant) I'm tired of the lingo and the betas and the betas not doubling and every little thing that has to do with getting pregnant only with the assistance of two people in lab coats and a long clear tube and a petri dish. (Although xanax was fun.)
So, my plan to not turn into a bitter human involves a respite for a couple of months. I'm still going to stick around blogland, I'm just not going to be giving follicle counts and E2 levels for a while.
Whew. Thanks for listening. I feel almost human.