I'm sad. I shouldn't be, considering. I mean, you'd think, two years after beginning our "trying to conceive" journey, that I'd be used to getting bad news. After all, the majority of the news we've received on the subject all these months has been bad. Oh wait, one good thing, followed very quickly by more bad. Why do I get my hopes up? I mean, people are all, "It's good to see you starting to hope again," but why? I mean, what's the point, really? It just hurts more when you get that inevitable bad news. Lord knows I'm "used to" it by now. You'd think it'd stop hurting so much.

I had my follow-up ultrasound to last week's today. My doctor says what she saw hasn't gone down, so it's looking like a big cyst. She still wants to wait a couple weeks and take a blood test before we do anything else, just in case we did conceive, but the chances are very low. After these weeks have passed, and we get the negative pregnancy test, we will schedule a laparoscopy to remove the cyst. Yay.

-Em