After our last monitoring appointment, it was fairly clear that we weren't going all the way to retrieval, even without knowing the estrogen level. We were obviously feeling daunted and beaten down.
The sun was shining, there was a scattering of little fluffy clouds and a light breeze. Such a beautiful day and such a disappointment. We stopped at the curb for a quick hug before heading into our respective days. Suddenly, I could not abide the thought of driving into work and sitting at my computer all day and the tears started.
My dear, sweet Professor gave me a big squeeze and suggested we go for a walk in the park that backs onto the medical complex where our RE has his office. So we walked along the tree line till we found a gap, and picked our way through, dress pants/shoes and all. We didn't go far and we didn't talk about anything in particular, but by the time we picked our way back through the brush to the parking lot, a few of the clouds had blown away and the day seemed a little less bleak.
When I texted him to let him know we were officially cancelled, he replied, "We've still got each other."
I love my husband.