It's always something

Just received this email from RE office:
Unfortunately, you will not be able to start IVF this cycle, due to our lab closure. Because of the protocol that Dr. X has selected for you; which does not utilize any birth control pills we are not able to make any adjustments to your protocol.  You will have to wait for your next period to get started. 

I am so frustrated. And sad. And angry. Something always comes up. Insurance, fibroids, dermoids, polyps, MTHFR, crappy embryos, and now lab closures. Why didn't they tell me when I called in my CD1 that it wasn't going to work out? They should have at least warned me on CD1. And not let me buy those dumb pee sticks. And not make me have to tell people at work because I had to get out of a trip and then train another person on the info so they could go on the trip in my place. And not let me mark up my calendar with potential retrieval/transfer days. And not get all hopeful. Fuck.

Vacation, chacne, and a miracle (or two)

Just got back from here:

Sedona, AZ. It was amazing and perfect. We hiked until we about passed out. We ate, well and frequently. We watched part of the honey boo boo marathon on TLC. I couldn't ask for more in a vacation. Oh, and I ovulated. Woo hoo. Bring it IVF #2.

Which brings me to my next topic. Chest acne (chacne). The area between my neck and my tatas suddenly resembles a 14 year old boy. I think it's the DHEA. I hope it goes away soon. Or more specifically, I hope it goes away when I start IVF #2, stop taking the DHEA, and get knocked up.

I was thinking a lot about IVF and kids and our journey on this trip. It takes a miracle for any baby to get here, but it's going to take a miracle for us to get to that miracle. I'm ready for all those miracles.