Unfortunately . . .

It seems that this month has also been a big fat unsuccessful.

The hardest part about an unsuccessful month at this stage? Dragging myself through the next day when I just want to curl up in bed and cry. Or the fact that I'll be probably having an 'uncomfortable' (usually doctor speak for bloody painful) procedure next week as the next step in finding out what's wrong. Or trying not to inhale whole family sized blocks of chocolate . . . :-)

On to the 21st cycle . . .