I am fully aware of my situation. I’ve seen all the tests results, with the FSH figure sky-rocketing through the roof (FSH is the Follicle-Stimulating hormone, released by the pituitary gland, that stimulates an egg follicle to grow each month. If these egg follicles aren’t produced (for example when you are nearing menopause), more and more FSH is produced in an attempt to get the ovaries to produce these egg follicles) and the AMH virtually non-existent (AMH is the Anti-Müllerian Hormone produced to support your pool of eggs, so a higher level of AMH suggests a larger pool of eggs), and listened as an expert in the field told me there was no doubt I was in early menopause. Yet, this morning, I still had to do a pregnancy test…..Crazy, heh! We have been having sex, and quite a bit of it (it’s amazing what happens when the pressure of having to do it at particular times of the month is taken off you), and my boobs have been ridiculously sore the last week or so, and big. And I knew I couldn’t be, but then there was a teeny tiny part of me that thought, what happens if that last little follicle popped out one last egg, and a miracle happened. Wouldn’t that be perfect. Just before we’re supposed to go out to Spain to get the egg transfer, we have to cancel because it happened somehow naturally……Obviously, it was negative, and as soon as I saw the result, I knew it was going to be. But at least now I know. Sometimes, you just have to have hope. And miracles do happen.