Two days after my last post I started my cycle. I never thought I would be excited to get my period but this time was a cause for celebration. I called the clinic to schedule my ultra sound because I was mentally and emotionally prepared to start the meds again. Unfortunately we hit another block in the road, I had a cyst which means no meds. My dr as always was upbeat and promising and told us to have timed intercourse every other day staring on day 9-18. So that’s what we did and now I’m 4 days into the 2ww. As the days crawl by my mind always gets the best of me. I look for anything that might be a symptom I sometimes even make them up in my head. Darn you infertility you’ve turned me into a crazy woman!
I’m convinced that what I am feeling is pms. I want to shove any and all food that is put in front of me in my mouth…like seriously I just can’t get enough. I keep feeling my boobs hoping the hurt just a little bit more each day. They’re sore now but why wouldn’t they be sore, I have pms. I ride the bus into the city each day for work and yesterday on the way home I fell asleep, like out cold sleeping. Somehow my 45 minute commute turned into me closing my eyes and opening them to realize I was almost home. This is all silly talk I know but I’ve said from the beginning of my journey if you can’t laugh and keep your sense of humor through all of this you will literally go nuts. So here’s to the next 10 days and whatever they might have in store for me.