Strike Three

I just got off the phone with my caseworker, Meghan. She went to great lengths to cushion the blow of my third failed cycle. I'm told the next step might be to have a laporoscopy (?), but at least we're still moving ahead. I'm certainly not looking forward to calling Mom later.

In other news, I've restarted my altered diet. So I'm cranky. I'm bound and determined to look better than I do when I go to DC in August. Oh, carbs, why hast thou forsaken me?