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just moving through round 5

Day 11 today of my 5th round of IVF.

It seems outrageous, since so much of my headspace is distracted by IVF musings of late, but I totally forgot to give myself the morning FSH injection yesterday. Ooops! mad dash home during my lunch hour, since I finished work quite late yesterday. On to the Orgalutran from last night too. I've always found that one a bit ouch. Has anyone else out there forgotten?

I was so appreciative to see people's comments on my post about the stories that are out there. It was somehow comforting and uniting to know that there are so many people who have been and are right now are going down their own path with facing infertility.  I actually have plenty of friends who have had some infertility issues and needed some treatment to help... I was even going through IVF at the same time as one of my good friends. She's now pregnant and it feels as though we are veering down different forks in the road. She can look forward to her baby. I feel like now I am facing the possibility that IVF with my own eggs might not work, and have to look at other options like donor eggs, adoption, or childlessness.. In fact, except for one friend, they have all gone on to have children at this point. And I think it has been going on a lot longer for me than it did for my friends. Not that it's a competition whatsoever. But I suppose I had been feeling that I was alone somewhat. I know of course, I am not. Many are going down this road.

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