My WTF was rescheduled due to the fact my RE spaced out about the Jewish high holy days. My RE is Hindu but about as observant as my husband (meaning she also eats beef, lol) but her DH is Jewish so they celebrate 2 sets of holidays in their house like we do (Catholic & Hondu). She was very apologetic but really, what's another 2 weeks in the grand scheme of things? Especially since we're not cycling again for another few months.
So yeah, we decided on moving ahead with IVF #3 & saving our frosty. Even if we get lucky & the 3rd time really is the charm, he/she will be given a shot @ life down the road. Although I've bargained myself down to "just 1" with God (who apparently doesn't even want to give me that) I'll use however many frosties I may end up with, even if it's something redonk like 5. It's just my personal belief that they should be given the chance to turn into humans; if you diasgree, that's your choice. Not that I have any real hope of getting that many anyways, but I digress...
Speaking of my lone frosty, I decided to watch "Finding Nemo" late last night because I was in a foul mood thanks to being crampy (AF arrived today) & out of my fave wine which my husband did not tell me he finished (yes, I let him live). The seagulls kill me! Surely, this will make me feel better, right? Except I forgot about the 1st scene:
That one little egg is much like my one little frosty. The hope which is contained in something so small means more than anything in the world to me right now. And I'm so scared of losing him/her. As long as he/she is frozen, I have hope. After 4 years & numerous failed treatment cycles, I really don't have much hope left. Except for my Nemo. Please, God, let my frosty become a child some day.