AF is missing. I’m now at CD36, which is crazy as prior to all this IF stuff the one thing you could say about me is that I was regular as hell. (A fact which apparently didn’t get me anywhere, since whatever I was “regularly” kicking out was crap quality. Ah well…I digress).
My first period after the Cycle of Doom (aka IVF #2) came right away after stopping the progesterone. I think I was a few days late after failed cycle #1, but I don’t remember being this late. I’ll have to go back and check, but I wasn’t quite the obsessive recorder of all things down-there as I am now. (Why should I have been, IVF is the magic bullet and we were only going to need it once…right? Right.)
I’ve decided to use this blog to move AF along as we all know that lamenting a missing period to all and sundry is the best way to force AF’s hand - if only so she can make a fool of me yet again. LG has tentatively brought up the pregnancy possibility. This directly after I announced to him that I think I’m having a mid-life crisis at the ripe (young for a mid-life crisis / ancient for conceiving a living human child) age of nearly 37. (More about that later). He attributes any pronouncement I make that seems less than hopped up on happy pills to be caused by (said in a hushed voice) “hormones.” Technically, I guess his pregancy theory has theoretical merit, so I will spend $10 I’ll never get back to be taunted by a plastic stick, but I’m not holding out hope as I have absolutely no symptoms. Not a sore boob in sight, nary a queasy stomach, nada.
In all seriousness, I’m hoping it’s soon, so that my May AF doesn’t get pushed back too far thereby jeopardizing IVF #3 in June. I want to make sure I have plenty of time on BCP to get adequately suppressed. The first go-around, I was only on the pill for a couple of weeks, which wasn’t enough to shut down the estrogen factory so the cycle was canceled. IVF #1 - I was on them for almost a full month, so while it was a giant bust, we were able to proceed to ER/ET. IVF #2 brought us “Callie - Made Crazy by Lupron,” and we will NOT be going down that road again. All BCP for me from here on out. So:
Dear Aunt Flo:
I know I haven’t always greeted with you with open arms, and I know I probably shouldn’t have cursed at you like I did the last time, but…please come visit. I promise I’ll be nice this time.