Anticipation

I got Dr. F, my acupuncturist, to order Day 3 testing for me, and that means Dr. BloSunMyCha never has to see it. But since Dr. F knows squat about IVF, he and his staff don't understand that I'm dying that I can't see my results. I'll have to wait until tomorrow afternoon to know if I have a snowball's chance in hell or not. It's not like I'm going to do an IVF cycle anytime soon. In fact, it might not be until September, which means I might actually be able to enjoy my summer. It also means I'll be 43 by then. I hate to think I'll be 43 when I do my next IVF cycle, three years almost to the day of when I did my first IVF cycle. Crap. I was old back then. Three years later? I don't feel that much different, except for the weight I never lost from my pregnancy. But still...