I caught two trains in Belgium today to get to the fertility clinic - one at 7:30, the other at 9:30. On my way back, the train was travelling very slowly, and I noticed several men in bright yellow vests walking along the other tracks. As it was snowing quite heavily, I thought nothing of it.
Then on I saw the news item "25 dead in train crash outside Brussels" flash across my desktop. My husband was also due to catch a train that morning, and I had not heard from him since I left the house. My hands were shaking as I called his work, and I was so happy to hear his voice on the other end. He had not heard about the crash, and once I told him the news, he was so glad that I was okay, too.
While I was on the phone with him, I got the call from the clinic telling me that I was not pregnant, and they suggest one last shot at IUI with injectable Menopur.
But all in all, I feel extremely lucky today.