This post could also be titled "How to waste hundreds of dollars and gain heartache by not following directions”. Well actually, I didn’t get all of the directions, but I digress. Next week should’ve been my next embryo transfer. After our last attempt in February resulted in a negative pregnancy test, September was our first opportunity to try again, because apparently traveling and pregnancy doesn’t work in the infertility world. I remember being so frustrated when I found out, because come on, September was 7 whole months away, but there wasn’t another choice. So once again, I had my heart set on a month, that ultimately wouldn’t work out. I counted the days down, calculated my “due date”, planned a pregnancy announcement…you name it, I did it. Heck, I even planned out the glorious day of bed rest I would get and I was so freaking excited about it…if you’re a mom, you’ll understand! Ha! I started medication at the beginning of August and took a mix of ...