Shortly after the shocking failed attempt in June, my husband and I started to discuss about the month to transfer our final two embryos. Our chosen month was September, and not towards the year end where my work stress is supposed to be lower. I agreed to it, since from the past two experiences, those chosen months where my stress level is lower could not support a chance of implantation. Sigh. (I prayed about the month when we had to make our decision.)
