I just had my first IVF cycle...actually, lets call it my first "learning experience."
I went into this thinking that we would need 2-3 cycles because it would just be too "TV" to have it work the first time.
On day 3, we only had two middling embryos. I knew that their chances were not good.
I didn't "feel pregnant" (well, I had some symptoms but I was on a heavy dose of progesterone so I knew those didn't count.) We were planning for our second cycle before the beta.
I was not surprised at all when we got a negative. I had already accepted that this was a multi-cycle process.
So why does this stink so much? Why did I spend President's day staring into space and crying? Why have I lost my appetite? Why do I not care about my job or graduate school anymore? Why did I have to double my asthma drugs? Why can't I sleep through the night? I thought I was in the perfect place, but instead I'm a mess. And that was only the first cycle. I'm going to completely melt if #2 fails. I feel like such a weakling where I can't even deal with the first cycle failing.
What do you do so this doesn't crush your life? Should I just give up and accept that I'm going to be a pathetic mess for the next year?