That has been the song I've been singing... or this one- Where or where is my cycle day one? (Kinda to the tune of "We Three Kings of Orient Are").
I really just want it to come, so that I can start things all over. I was told that this was going to be "the mother of all periods" because my lining was so thick.
To complicate things, I ovulated. So I could be pregnant... if all the stars were aligned.
To complicate things further, my boobs hurt. They never hurt unless I'm pregnant. Not ever when I'm about to start my cycle. Ever.
To complicate things even further, I tested this morning at it was negative. Fine, you're negative, so bring it on! I guess I'll test again on Monday, and then call Dr. S's office and see what's next.
I'm adopted, he's in the Air Force, and all we really want is family. After 8 miscarriages, and one failed adoption, this blog is a journal through infertility, adoption, and now parenthood, now that Isaac has filled our baby carriage, and it's about to be filled again with a surprise, successful (so far) pregnancy! It's sometimes blunt, sometimes improper, but always real. This is our story.
Argh! Annoying.
ReplyDeleteUgh I hate waiting for AF!! It plays tricks on your mind. I hope she comes soon!
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