Encouraging: not spotting at all while on progesterone.
Heartbreaking: finally having a reason to test, having your husband be excited enough to get up early to find out the result with you, having to hold each other in disappointment when it’s another big, fat negative.
I know I’m technically not out, but really: I’m out for cycle
I’m actually okay, believe it or not. It felt good to share this with my husband. And even though I had moments of sadness today, it was nice to have hope and a reason to test (not just wishful thinking: “Oh, maybe it’s implantation spotting.”). After a doctor’s appointment next week, we should be good to go forward with our next steps with the RE. I have no idea what those will be, but I’m trying not to anticipate; I’m just going to enjoy the champagne I plan on buying Friday night for my husband and myself.