The title pretty much says it all. The IUI didn't work - AF arrived with a vengeance at the weekend.
I knew it was a long shot, and yet I hoped. After all the unrelenting shittiness we've experienced so far, I thought that maybe, just maybe, we deserved a bit of a break - a bit of good luck, for a change.
But I was wrong. We're not even back to square one - it feels that we've slipped even further back than that. Now we have to deal with my poor response, as well as Mr H's wonky sperm. Our dreams of becoming parents seem further away than ever before.