Yet another failed month. I’m in absolutely ugly crying mode and can’t even function. I tried to hold onto a glimmer of hope that just maybe this month. Stopped progesterone and that stank a$& bit$& came full force today. I just give up maybe it’s just not meant to be and I’m too old now. I know it’s not me though - I had I think 4 big follies and lots of small ones and responded well to femera- but dh still thinks that it’s not him because he asked his friend about the results and since his friend said his count was high there was nothing else to worry about - while completely overlooking that of the small amount of sperm he has only 20% swim the right way. I just want ice cream and to cry.