We met with our Dr. today to go over the first IVF’s results. Turns out I have poor egg quality. I was selfishly hoping it was going to be Mark’s fault but I guess it’s my damn female organs. As if having lumpy breasts wasn’t enough, endometriosis, now I have old eggs. She told me for some reason your eggs are older then your actual age 34. So if we want to do it again she is suggesting a Clomid challenge test which will take a month to run its course. Then change up and drop down my FSH medicine. Mark didn’t want to talk about it while we were waiting so I wait some more for my ever loving husband to make a decision. I was angry with my body today for being so shitty to me. I eat right, exercise, sleep, I don’t drink, smoke, nothing but she can’t repay me with a healthy body. Maybe I should pick up some bad habits then I will get pregnant. As I was getting on the elevator before my appointment, this family got on 3 adults and 1 child. The adults had body piercings, tattoos, and reeked of smoke. But there she was this cute, sweet little girl holding on to mommy’s hand. Oh well now I wait for Mark to decide do we adopt or IVF. I don’t care which just decide so we can prepare and move forward. Ok off my pity box now and back to work.