We survived the holidays, barely. Drank a lot and got colds and stayed in hiding as much as possible. We are starting to come out of our funk and we're getting more serious about adoption We spoke to some friends who are adopting even though they have kids of their own. It was interesting to hear their take on it. I have to admit, I am still harboring the very small hope that I might get pregnant. I think after a few more months of getting my period, I'll get over that.
Also, I feel like a jerk because my co-worker, the one who did IVF at the same time as me and got pregnant, just had a miscarriage and is having a D&C. I have had a hard time being around her knowing she was pregnant. I wasn't mean but I was a bit frosty to her. I feel so bad for her, having been there myself (although having an ectopic and losing a fallopian tube is not exactly the same). It's the feeling of having been so close and then having it snatched away that is so painful. Life is just plain crazy.
My RE never responded to my note. No big shocker there. I did find it amusing, in an ironic way, that the clinic sent a letter informing patients of their new location, just across the street from where they are now. Don't think I'll be putting it in my address book as I highly doubt I will ever step foot in that place again.
The countdown is on until my 39th birthday. Woo-hoo. Can't wait. Hubby is out of town, and I mean WAY out of town, halfway across the globe, so I'm going out to dinner with my oldest friend and plan to drink some really nice wine and pretend it's my 22nd birthday. One can dream, can't one?