That Old Saying...

"Fool me once, shame on you. Fool me twice, shame on me," really applies here. I should know better than to read too much into my symptoms in the 2ww, but once again I was fooled into thinking something good might come from all the nausea I was having. So shame on me!!! I guess it's on to cycle 15. Have I said lately that this sucks?

I'm going in on Thursday to have my monthly "I'm not prengnat, give me my Clomid" appointment, and I'm pulling out all the stops. I'm asking for Metformin, and I'm asking for Progesterone to take if/when I ever get another BFP. I've got to give this my all because it stops with Clomid. We won't be going on to injections, IUI's or IVF. Clomid is my only shot at having a biological child. I kind of hate to put all my eggs (no pun intended) in one basket, but we just can't afford to sink all that money into something that might not work. So we've decided that if Clomid doesn't work we're using our savings for adoption. Wow...I can't believe I may be moving on to adoption in a couple months. This is my 4th round of Clomid since my miscarriage, and my doctor will only allow me to take 6 rounds back-to-back. I can always take a break for a few months and then get back on the Clomid train, but I'm not getting any younger. At some point we have to face reality, and reality (for us)is that Clomid might not work, and we might not ever have a child of our own. That makes me sad.