We made a trip down to my parents' house. Poor Coda got car sick almost instantly. John and I had a serious and honest conversation about our next plan. We decided that if insurance would allow it we do IVF. After we finished discussing that, John asked me if I was having a good or bad IF day. I said I was ok, and he asked if he could share news. I said, "Is someone pregnant? What is their relationship to us?" He tells me yes and there is no relationship. Ok, I figure I could handle it, so I told him to lay it on me. His best friend's wife is pregnant. WTF, Johnny?! You made it sound like I didn't even know this person. We arrive at my parents' house. Ten seconds before opening the car door, Coda pukes in the car. Greaaaaaaat. Then the icing on the cake: I get the call from my doctor. We are canceled. I'm instructed to take the Ovidrel tonight and do TI every night through Saturday. All of the above occurred within an hour of each other.