No Luck

I got one embryo and she failed genetic testing.
Booo!
Heartbroken, but not broken.
I have the twinges of sadness, but not the devastation.  Repeated failures will do that to you. You know? Make you stronger (or something).
My family and I just moved.
We had Thanksgiving with no chairs because our stuff hadn't arrived in time for our holiday meal.
I don't know what's next for us, but I'm still not giving up.
Maybe it's an addiction.
Who cares?
Hope is still very strong over here.