Update:

OK, so it's been painfully long since I last wrote on this thing. I'm not even sure why I decided to write again. To actually think that I would be pregnant and on the way to motherhood because of the FET was a joke. Here are the highlights from the past two months:

I finally got to go through with the FET on Dec 16, which happened to be the most perfect day to have it done. I was off work for 3 weeks (plenty of time to rest and let my body create life!) and my ovaries finally decided to shape up (fluid free!) I did a week of PIO (Progesterone in Oil) in my tush before the actual procedure. The needle for that med was INSANE! My bum is still bruised and that was 2 months ago! Poor dh...he squirmed every time he had to watch that needle disappear inside me. I guess I'm glad I never saw it coming even though I couldn't help but jump every single time! I took a hpt in Texas on Christmas eve. It was POSITIVE!!! I took another one on Christmas Day and it was still positive but sadly less so. I knew something wasn't right at that point. The next day I took one more and it was no longer positive. I had a beta blood test that next Monday and it was negative. Crushed. Devastated.

I know that people were praying for a successful outcome. The disappointment is still there but I know that God heard those prayers and answered them in a far different way that I was expecting. I feel at ease, a weird calm even. I'm not stressed about not having children. Although, I did come to a sad realization that I had never pictured our family without children until recently. I was thinking of dh's retirement and where I saw us living...I had to preempt the thought with, "If we have children..." and couldn't automatically assume we would have any by that time (only 7 1/2 more years until retirement...but who's counting?).

Dh and I decided to keep doing fertility meds but no IUI's or IVF until after we move. (NO we still don't know where we are going...in five months.) We're going back to the way baby making is supposed to be! (With the help of Menopur of course.) I should start injections again in 2 days and can't wait to have all those vag ultrasounds and blood work done...wahoo. I know that in the end it will be all worth the pain and discomfort to hold a baby in my arms. One day at a time, one prayer at a time.