I just got off the phone with the nurse. My beta, was in fact, negative. I guess the good news was my progesterone was quite nice. I'll tell that to my sore hips. Pretty damn sure they don't care.
I called the mister. I made a promise to him once that he'd get all news before the internet. I suppose it's only fair.
The nurse was really supportive. She thinks we should do a FET and we could even do as soon as I could get my sore butt back on a plane to Cape Town. She's seen a lot of success with FET after fresh failures.
She also claims that the donor embryo program there is moving along. We joked about that a bit because I've heard it so many times before.
I'll write the good Dr. L now and see what he thinks. Maybe add some medrol to the protocol? I suppose that couldn't hurt. Maybe try another fresh? Our donor can't cycle again until spring--and I think she's probably already snapped up for her next cycle.
I want to thank all of y'all for your support. It means a tremendous amount to me-and the mister. I know I've said it before but truly it does.
There have been a lot of tears at my house the past few days. Mostly when the mister wasn't around because I know how much he's hurting too. He didn't give up hope for this cycle until my phone call a few minutes ago. He even berated me when I refused my shot last night (I told him I was willing to do a suppository but I didn't see the point to any kind of shot).
I'm sure there will be lots more tears. Right now, I'm just devastated. Kind of numb but totally devastated. How could this not have worked? How much more are we going to have to go through? I know we're going to be parents some how, some day. It just seems like it keeps getting farther and farther away from us.