I’m glad, after all, that I took that dumb digital test. It prepared me for the real result. I didn’t even cry until later. I’ve been on the edge of tears for a while. But I’m not as defeated as I thought I’d be.
The next insem will be in the middle of my vacation. I’ll be on the almost southernmost tip of New Jersey. My RE will be in the middle of Manhattan. I’m going to drive 2.5 hours each way to get shot up with sperm. That will make it work, right?