Negative

I pretty much knew that I wasn't. But I still tested. And I'm not. At our last IUI, Nurse M said to make sure request a consult when I called to get another round of Clomid if AF showed up. When I mentioned this to Superman today, he asked if I could get an appointment for Monday morning, because he wants to go hunting that afternoon and he needs an excuse to take a full sick day.. to go hunting. Happy I could help honey.
Superman also had some good news today. He talked to his mom about our latest failed IUI and told her we planned to do one more IUI and then go straight to IVF. Both my MIL and FIL are incredibly supportive and each month I hate telling them we're not pregnant, because I know they are just as disappointed as we are... Anyway, MIL told Superman that they really want to help us, but the only way they know how to help is a monetary contribution to the cause (IVF). Wow. Superman said he had to take a timeout in the office bathroom because he was so overwhelmed with emotion. (Sidenote: Have I mentioned how Superman is wonderfully sensitive about just the right things? He's not sappy. He's very much a guys guy. He hunts. He plays poker with the guys. He brews his own beer. But when our furbaby ran away while we were out of town and spent the night outside- for the first time EVER. When we found him (think Homeward Bound), I don't know who cried more, him or me. And everytime "We laughed until we cried" is on the radio.. He's right there welling up with me. He's wonderful. And he's mine!!)