I think we have finally decided that we are going to a different clinic. That only took 2.5 months. DH asked me a question last week that finally put it all in perspective for me. He asked whether I'd regret not going to the new clinic if we failed at our current one. And, undoubtedly, I would. I love our clinic, but the new one has been equally as responsive, informative, similar pricing and consistently higher success rates, plus a shorter wait time. So, of course, I would kick myself for not going to the most accessible clinic with the best success rates. If it fails there, I will feel like we have the sh*ttiest luck ever, but I don't think I'll second-guess going there.
It feels good to know what we're doing to some extent. Our first appointment there is in 6 weeks. For some reason, I feel anxious this week. I think it's eagerness to get started on some process again, mixed with utter terror that this is our last chance and I have no idea how I'll survive if it doesn't work.
Anyway, here's hoping 2012 is a good year!
