Nurse E just rang with the bad news. My blood test this morning was negative. I think I had prepared myself for this. I have had some minor cramping today (don't know why - I shouldn't expect a period until a few days after I stop the progesterone pessaries) and I took that as a sign that all wasn't well. It would have been a nice surprise if it had been positive, but I was feeling pessimistic.
I called D at work and we had a good cry together over the phone. He'll be home in an hour or so and tonight we plan to drink wine and eat lots of things that I haven't been allowed to eat for a while. I think we deserve it after all this time and effort.
Interestingly, even at this very early stage, we both would like to try again. We had assumed that this would be our last attempt. It is so expensive and emotionally taxing and we do have to call a halt at some point. But we're just not ready to think about the alternatives. Tramping through the Andes, getting lost in the back streets of Istanbul, taking a road trip across North America - all that could be wonderful, but I don't want to be childless. We will discuss this more during the weekend, I am sure.