And so my life with infertility continues.

AF was three days late, so what do you think I did? Yup! You guessed it! I POAS!!!!!! And frikkin blow me over if it didn’t show up as a faint +, so what do you think I did then? Yes, you know, of course you know the answer to that. I went for a blood test.

And then, guess what happened next. Because this is the part where I can only just shake my head and laugh cynically at how lucky I am. Three hours after the blood test, while still waiting for the results of the test, AF arrived. A lovely, post chemical pregnancy type AF. The type that has me doubled over in agony despite how many Miprodols or Extra Strength Nurfens I take.

And the saddest part of all? I’m actually relived that its over. That I can store this very crappy week, somewhere in the back of my mind, not think about it, not poke the emotion of it, nothing, I can just tuck it away and deal with it later, when I feel I’m ready to.

What amazes me the most is just how resilient we infertile girls are. Less than one day later, and I’m seriously excited to go for the fabulous CD2/3 scan tomorrow morning so that I can start my 21 days of birth control pills in prep for my next IVF.

Perhaps my improved state of mind also has to do with the fact that I was able to tear my one tracked mind away from my own misery and see some of the misery and suffering of others.

My thoughts go out to Shalini, who’s husband has asked for a divorce right in the midst of her pain caused by infertility.

And then Declan’sfamily who have been given the devastating news on the state of his health. Declan is quite a famous little baby here in South Africa, for those of you who don’t know about him, I copied this from his page:

Declan du Toit was born on 14 June 2008 at 10 am – a gorgeous blonde bundle. Mom and Dad, Gillian and Daryl, were thrilled to bits and took him home to begin their new exciting (daunting?) adventure as parents.

Life can throw curve balls when you least expect it….

At 10 days old, Declan, was diagnosed with a a malignant tumor which appeared to be growing from the back of his eye. And so his – and Gill and Daryl’s – tough journey towards full health began.

As per their requests, please can you all hold baby Declan and his mommy and daddy up in prayer during what must be a terribly painful time for them and lets ask God for a miracle.

Its stories like this that make me realize I have NO RIGHT to sit about whining about boohoo poor little ‘ol me!