= not good.
My endometrium is thinner, as I thought it would be. Maximum of 4.8 as opposed to some measurements of 6mm. I could even see a difference on the pictures.
And I appear to have stopped ovulating apparently.
The appointment is on Thursday. Part of me wants to throttle him, and part of me wants to fall at his feet in floods of tears and beg him to fix me.
Today? I don’t honestly know how much more of this I can take. Perhaps I should face the fact that I’m never going to get pregnant again or have a baby.