Well, I'm in my 2WW and it's driving me crazy. Today I started my Vivelle patches, my hips are sore from Progestrone injections every night. I'm also running out of places on my stomach that's not covered with huge purple bruises from my Lovenox injections, but I'm not complaining, I would do it all over again in a heartbeat if I thought it would increase my chances to have a baby. I'm trying to stay positive and think only good thoughts, but it's hard to also face the realistic possiblities as well. I pray and talk to God and hope that He hears me and will answer my prayers. It's really weird, I've worked very hard in my short life to get the things I want, and I've pretty much got everything that I want (not trying to sound snotty, because I'm a loooong way from being rich) but I'm much more comfortable in life with material things that I want, more than ever before, and the one thing I want the most, a baby, is not within my grasp. It makes everything else that I have meaningless to me. So far this week I've been feeling alright. My DH asks me from time to time if  I feel different, I don't. My breasts are sore and sometimes I have some cramping but I felt like that before the transfer so that doesn't mean I'm pregnant. I must say that I am very grateful that I found this site, it's filled with wonderful people who truly understand what I am going through. It makes me feel so much better to know that there are many other women out there just like me, but it also makes me very sad to think about all the women that feel the deep pain just as I do. It has been very therapeutic for me to be on this site and discuss my IF problems with other women and not feel embarrassed or judged. Only a few of my family members know of my IF problems and two of my friends know about my IF problems. I don't really discuss my problem with any of them, I told them about my problem last year when I was doing IVF. Sometimes I wish I hadn't because I don't want any one to feel sorry for me, and when it didn't work they called me constantly apologizing and I kind of felt worst whenever I got off the phone with one them. I didn't tell any of my family members that I was doing IVF again. I told my two friends that I had told before and one calls me daily for updates. That's ok with me, but she doesn't know how I feel, she has a son. So I thank God for sending me to this site and giving me the courage to join it and discuss my problems openly without embarrassment. I thank God for all the wonderful people that I have talked to, I've noticed that I'm less ashamed of my IF problems. The people on this site and their stories give me strength and I hope that maybe I can help someone with my story.