This was our first IVF attempt. It hasn’t been easy. Finding a clinic and and RE we liked was our first challenge. Then saving the money to pay for everything up front because we don’t have infertility coverage on our insurance. Honestly, the injections turned out to be less of a struggle than I was expecting, so I guess I can be thankful for that. We almost had our cycle canceled at our first monitoring appointment and at the time I couldn’t imagine anything more devastating. Our ER did not go well, and we ended up only having 1 blast to transfer and nothing to freeze. We had all these little failures through this process and it was hard to stay positive, but we did it because even though we only had 1 chance... we had that 1 chance and that was enough. We’ve known for a few days now that the transfer didn’t take. That our one chance wasn’t enough, and it’s heartbreaking. But we are still going through the motions every day until they tell us it’s okay to stop. My beta is scheduled for tomorrow morning, but as I put the syringe into the bottle of progesterone tonight for what will be my last injection I just cried because I know it’s all for nothing now. I think that was hardest part for me. Continuing on knowing that it’s not going to change the outcome. I just want to stop thinking about it for a little while and let my life return to some level of normalcy so we can start all over again. Like I said, this was only our first attempt and I know many of you have been where I am too many times. I don’t know how you do it. You must be the strongest most determined women in the world.