We were beyond sad.  The 90-minute drive up to my parent’s lake house was one that was full of tears and silence.  How could this be? I had friends who did one round of IVF, one transfer, and bam! They had a baby. Why didn’t this work for me?

I cried all weekend to my parents.  I had gone into the weekend thinking it was going to be my last non-mother Mother’s Day and it was by far the worst one yet.  After some TLC from my family, I put on my big girl panties and agreed to give it another try.

I was determined and refused to be a quitter. Back to square one we go.