And so, I went back again for my third IVF. Again, it failed. Again I was devastated. You would have thought that this time, I should know what to expect. That I should have been prepared. But, once again, I didn't even think of the possibility of it not working. I didn't envision myself "not pregnant". The doctors told me that I had some really great eggs. In the words of one of them, the best he had seen in a few years.
But, it didn't work. The eggs weren't good enough or my womb just didn't want anything to do with them great eggs.
The breach between my husband and I widened. I felt many things and I cried many tears.
Then, suddenly, the tears stopped coming. My heart stood still and I felt like I was recovering. I still don't understand that particular healing process and its patterns, but I pulled through.
After, I recovered, I just signed out. I never want to go through that again. If that baby is waiting for an IVF treatment to come to me, then I thought that will be tough luck, because, I wasn't going through that again.
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