Deja Vu

   I started bleeding on Friday the sixteenth. It was about five in the morning. My first thought was 'oh no, this isn't happening' but as the bleeding became heavier I knew the pregnancy did not take. The nurse said that it was too early to do a pregnancy test and I should go in on Monday as scheduled.
  The bleeding had been very heavy all weekend, and we had resigned ourselves to the fact that it would be negative. I actually forgot that we had an appointment and overslept. Luckily John was home and got us up and out the door on time. My level was eleven (should have been around one hundred). I was told it was most likely a chemical pregnancy, where an embryo started to attach to the uterine wall but for some reason was not successful. I would be retested on Wednesday.
 My level on Wednesday (today) was eight. Dr. Awadalla said that we must wait until it returns to zero before starting a frozen cycle, so I'll be retested again on Monday. Then I will be cleared to start taking the Estrace (estrogen) and progesterone pills.
      John is out of vacation days this year, however, so he wants to wait until the new year so he can be with me for the embryo transfer. I'm conflicted about waiting for a few more months vs starting right away. Part of me wants to stay in 'the zone', to keep going while we are in the baby-making mode. The other part wants to have a few months of normalcy that doesn't revolve around lab tests and menstrual cycles. Plus we discovered that we have maxed out our lifetime insurance coverage for fertility treatments. Everything from here forward is out of pocket.