I thought I would post a picture of myself for all you ICLW-er's, whom I've never met IRL. Yep, that's me to the left...a big bomb with a short fuse.
Have you ever had one of those cycles that just won't end? When AF won't show, but all her friends are partying it up like the guest of honor is right around the corner? My life over the last two weeks reads like a Midol commercial. I wake up in the middle of the night if I roll over on my chest, because it hurts so badly. I am so on edge that I cry one minute, laugh the next, and then become filled with rage. (I've discovered that I have very strong feelings about how toilet paper should be loaded into the dispenser. Poor C has a permanent "deer-caught-in-headlights" look; he looks like he keeps hearing the robot from Lost in Space: "Danger, Will Robinson, danger! Run away from the bomb!")
I'm embarrassed to admit that there is absolutely no possibility that AF is taking a hiatus for a good reason. Here's the thing: we actually took precautions not to get pregnant this month. Funny, right? The girl who can't get pregnant and wants to desperately, taking precautions to prevent pregnancy? Why bother? I am fully aware of exactly how stupid that sounds. Maybe what I should say is, I took precautions against getting my hopes shattered yet again. I just needed a break. And I guess I'm glad I took one...because we all know what I would have thought about AF disappearing otherwise.
So, here's the new roadmap: I have an appointment on Tuesday with the doctor who did my IUI's (not the RE who will do our IVF). I'm going to beg for some provera to put me out of my misery, and I have some questions for her about what else might be wrong. Not to mention why the heck AF is taking a vacation when my weight and diet are healthier than ever...after I talk to her I'm going to schedule a new consult with the RE. And then, I'm going to kick some IVF @$$. That is, if I don't explode first.
(Bomb photo credit: taken by woodsy and downloaded from stock.xchng.)
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