Apparently, I only have six follicles.
If I had known that five days ago, I probably would have decided not to proceed with IVF. But seven, which is what I supposedly had back then, was juuuuuust enough to make it worth moving forward.
Only I don't have seven.
I have six.
And by the time retrieval rolls around, they probably won't all be synchronized, so there will be fewer than that.
So to distract me from how upset I am about only having six follicles, I went to see Crazy Stupid Love, which is all about soul mates and love and NOW I JUST WANT TO CRY AND THROW THINGS.
I'm trying to so hard to make my life what I want it to be. I'm doing everything I can think of to do. And what do I get?
I should just go live in a cave.
I'm sure the hormone injections aren't helping.