Eleven days and a few hours after ovulation, the bleeding always starts.
Man.
We’ll have one more transfer and then we’re out of frozen pips. It’ll be back to the pill and the sniffing and the injections to grow some more.
We’ve had a lovely week off together, but what a horrible way to end it.
And S can’t take up the excellent 12 month job contract because (at the eleventh hour) her boss won’t give her leave without pay.
So… I’m bleeding and cranky.
and I have to go be nice midwife to glowing new parents
man
