Nothing ever goes my way when it comes to IF. Never. It is still 6. Again, it hasn't moved at all. I'm not upset, I'm furious. Furious at my body for continually letting me down, furious at my nurse for continuing to prescribe protocols that obviously do not work, furious at the dr (AKA dr. Famous as many of you call him) for not living up to the hype and furious at my local RE who only got me to optimal lining once (9.2) for IVF 3 which incidentally was the one where I had the chemical. I think I have to face facts. I have lining issues. Why the fuck didn't anyone tell me this before?
I emailed my nurse from the dr's office this morning. It will be waiting for her when she arrives at work. Her and I need to have a little chat about what the fuck is going on. It won't be pretty. I'm not in that kind of mood. I am so frustrated by all this shit.
Sorry that I am not being more upbeat and positive, its just not in me right now.
ETA: I finally got a hold of my nurse at 4:00 today. She seemed shocked and confused by this. I asked if we could add more meds, change dosages, change protocols, but the most she said we could do was add another Estrace pill. I thought that her calling me so late in the afternoon meant that she conferred with the doctor, but no, she is calling the shots. I don't like this at all. For now, I guess I just medicate and hope for the best, but expect the worse.