"And that was the end of it all", Milk's last words 'Farewell to Mankind' (episode 12)
Nothing, nada, zip. We had a 15-28 % chance, so I shouldn't be surprised, but the doctors seemed so-o-o worried about multiples, I thought something would happen for sure.I had to tell my bosses at work what was going on, since I missed a few afternoons for treatment, and it was always last minute notice when I had to schedule things. They were very nice and understanding about it, but it was so hard to tell them that I failed without bursting into tears. Poor Tim, I pretty much cried the entire morning and night. Guys really don't seem to deal with that well. He wants to try again right away, but I just don't feel like it at all. I guess I'll see how I feel later on after the stupid hormones subside.
The hard part is you're supposed to be so positive about things when there's a chance you might be pregnant, and then when it doesn't happen it's really hard to keep a smile on your face.
posted by Susan at 5:35 PM
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One never knows about these things. And yet: looking at your blog, I sense that you will get pregnant. It may be when you are not thinking about it, or aren't even focused on it or trying.
The hormones are brutal, I know.
Also, about men (here I speak from experience): in this kind of situation, we are like dogs chasing a squirrel. We do not get dejected that the squirrel gets away (this is an awful metaphor, I apologize). We just want to find another one.
Gentle tell him to be more like a cat: be cool and patient and determined, and take his cue from the alpha cat. Which would be you.
Blessings to you.
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