After approximately 57 days, 6 hours, and 3 minutes, AF FINALLY decided to rear her ugly head. Okay, it was actually just 57 days. That's a long time to wait. Although it wasn't the plan to cycle in December, we decided to roll with it. At this point, the plan has been thrown so far out the window, it doesn't really matter anyhow.
Unfortunately, when I called Courtney (my "fertility coordinator"), this is the conversation that followed:
Me (somewhat excitedly): Hi, Courtney? I need to schedule my baseline ultrasound. We're ready to try again!
Courtney: Oh. Well, we're actually not starting anyone on meds right now because of the holidays.
Me: *silence* except for maybe the sound of my heart sinking
Courtney: We'll just wait until next cycle. It's ok.
Me: Okay. I guess I'll talk to you then.
First off, for those of you that have been through this, is it normal for a clinic to not start patients on meds because of the holidays? It surprised me, but I didn't know if maybe this was common practice...
This all took place on Friday afternoon, so I sucked it in and had a great weekend with my friends. Yesterday though, it hit me.
I was so sad. More sad than I thought I would be. It seems like every time I am ready and excited and hopeful and feeling strong and courageous, something goes wrong. I just finally hit my knees to cry and pray and cry and pray.
So there you have it. More waiting. Will there ever, ever, ever be an end to the waiting???