Thanks everyone. I took the decision to test again today, because DH is doing a night-shift tonight, so we thought we'd prefer to test when we're both here and both had a good night's sleep. It was -ve. And I'm 13dpd5t, so barring an absolute miracle, one more day isn't going to change anything. I'm sad, obviously, but not nearly as gutted as in previous cycles and I think that's because I never expected this to work with my crappy lining.
So. FET cycle as soon as we can and the option of another one after that. And that's definitely me done. I'm ready to call it a day and know that we threw everything we could at this.
Shell, no, we won't have to repeat the antibiotics. That should have killed off anything, so it was a once-and-for-all thing.
I'm going back to work full time next week. I've been part time ever since I had ds, and I never thought I'd work full time again - certainly not while he was at home, as I've really treasured our afternoons together. But there's a big project on at work and I have a specialism that nobody else has, so I'm the only one who can do it really. And the money will be useful, given how much we have wasted on thrown at the IVF. DS, as it happens, is bursting with excitement at the thought of after school club every day, because it means he has more playtime with his friends. That feels a bit like salt in the wound just at the moment, because it underlines the fact that we haven't been able to provide him with a playmate at home.
Right. Off to play rugby in the sunshine with DH and DS, before I drown in self-pity.