Audrey's mom

Well, here I am again, in IF Hell. The 2ww is a hideous concept that I wish I never had to endure. So it goes. I get up at the crack of dawn tomorrow am and drive to re's office for progesterone b/w. Then, I get to endure 7 more days of nail biting torture. Did it work? Did it not work? Should I have done something differently. Lay down more? Lay off the coffee? Say no to that glass of wine? Drive less? Crazy making all over again. God, give me strength and peace.