Hopes dashed

Well, it didn't happen. The funny thing is, I'm not that upset about it really. There were no tears, no racking sobs. A little disappointment, but nothing too terrible. I'm just sort of at a strange place, where I'm not sure what to do. The doctor only wanted me to do three months on clomid, and those done now, well, I don't know where to go to from here. I don't like not having a plan of some sort.

I guess it's time to call the doctor and schedule some appointments.

Sigh.