So for the second time our treatment has been delayed... Our unit is moving. I can't fault them. They're amazing and so caring and understanding.
It's the whole 'life on hold'. And then I feel guilty for feeling angry that I can't plan work or play because this is the most important thing ever. And I may have to get used to this for a lot lot longer. Even if it does work!
And of course I just want to get going because I'm a serial reader! And I'm now considering a PhD in "infertility Google diagnostics".
Ah, I love this place for a Saturday morning moan. x