So I tested. I'm fucked, again. Er, I mean, it was negative.
14 days from the IUI today but still no sign of my period. I assumed it would show up right after the negative reared its ugly head, but as yet it has avoided me. I'm trying to assume that all is not lost until my period appears, but I'm kidding myself, aren't I? It's like a double edged disappointment -- I'm disappointed now because a negative pregnancy test is never good, and I'll be disappointed in a moment when I get my period.
The Dude is upset, again. Again again again. He spouted his usual, "Please don't feel guilty, it's not your fault!" sentiment, but amazingly I remain unconvinced.
With each failed cycle I wonder more and more how people even get pregnant, because it seems like such an elusive, unattainable bastard.
Oh yeah, and for added spiteful measure, IUIs suck and I wish I never would have wasted my time. To all reading this that will be/are presently undertaking that course of treatment, I apologise. I'm sure I'll have a little less vitriol for the procedure in about 800 years' time.