Another Round Bites the Dust

As you can guess from the title of this post, IUI #2 didn't give us our miracle. I didn't have high hopes, no symptoms until 12 days after my IUI. By then I knew it was probably just AF (Aunt Flow) getting ready to make her monthly, unwanted visit. Luckily I had family and my little sisters wedding to keep my mind occupied until the had my HCG test (preg test).
For some reason, hearing the nurse tell me what I already knew threw me for a loop. I have been in the worst funk, probably the worst since starting this journey. Normally I am upset for a day, maybe two, not this time. I was a wreck for over a week. My poor husband had to deal with a wife who couldn't stop crying for an entire week. Thank heaven, he is the world's best husband!
We are just about to do our  3rd and final IUI this next week. I am praying that this is the last time I have to think about infertility. If  my eggs and his sperm can't play nice, then it is IVF for us. Knowing that this is the last shot has given me the worst anxiety. I have been going through my mind all of the possible scenarios that could happen. My biggest fear is that this will put us in an enormous amount of debt, and we will have to live in a cardboard box under the freeway! A little overboard I know, but this type of thing is what keeps me awake at night. I just pray that whatever happens, I will feel at peace with it. Only time will tell, and let me just say that I am over this waiting game.