The title of this post says it all. I waited for six weeks (as I was told to), watched the postbox with the patience of a saint and yet the appointment to kick start this assisted fertility journey never arrived. So Mr Husband took charge and called them up. I get too stressed out having to deal with it. I end up an emotional mess.
He found out that the hospital ‘hadn’t received the fax from the clinic’ – fax machines flag when the send fails and the clinic would have noticed had it failed. Excuse me while I go scream. Apparently I wasn’t the only one who was forgotten – not sure if that makes me feel better or not.
Then on top of that I found out that I shouldn’t have been told I have to wait six weeks, it’s supposed to be two! I wanted to cry. I was visualising my cycles passing me by, week after week.
The waiting is excruciating. I want to move forward with my life. The only way to cope with this all is to fill my days to the point where I don’t get time to think or reflect. That’s why I haven’t been blogging.
So, I’m going to take a blogging break because there really isn’t much to report.
No being active like rabbits.
No peeing on sticks.
No hope of a BFP right now.