Just like any other normalcy I've experienced on this TTC train, it was short lived. Last month I was staring down the barrel at a 37 day cycle, but hey....at least she showed. Now, that broad has the audacity not to RSVP to the party this month? Uh uh. I set a beautiful table. I set out hors d'ouvres and brushed the table cloth. And the guest of honor doesn't even do a drive by? Pfffft! Who does that? Cousin Red, that's who!
I'd seen my RE around day 27, and the nurse (not the chirpy one, the unbothered one, advised me to "call when you start so we can call out your meds, mmmmmkay?" Mmmkay, lady. Mmmmmmmmkay. Instead, I called near day 33 saying AF was back to her old tricks, Nothing. She probably didn't even blink when I was talking. She said I should be patient and call back if nothing happened after the New Year's holiday. Alrighty. Champagne. Italian food. Bad singing. No period. So, I call again. "Hmmmmmm. Really? That's odd." Huh? No, its not. Its me! Didn't I tell you my name when I called?!?! Sheesh. On day 45 I was told to pee on a stick with morning urine and call in to let them know the result. Really, b*tch?! Stop it. You want me to take a pregnancy test? Like....for real? You've got to be sh*tting me, right? Nap. She was not kidding. Not even a little. Before I could think, about it, I heard, "You know good and well that the only time I've ever been knocked up was when YOU were there!". I couldn't help it. It just flew out. (Story of my life, but that's for another time on another blog).
As much as I'd vowed I would NEVER, not ever, pee on another stick as long as I lived, I did it. Partially because I was randomly hopeful, and partly because I had an extra leftover from FET cycle #3 and the triplets. As predicted, nada. I called to tell unbothered Barbie that my oven was empty. Finally I heard the words I'd been looking for since the month before. "*sigh* Well, I guess we'll have to call you in some Provera to get things started. Take it twice a day until they're gone, then call me when your period starts. You'll ultrasound on cd3 and start meds around cd 12." Hallelujah! I've never been so glad to be LOOKING FOR AF!
Too bad I forgot to stop by the pharmacy before they closed. *whomp, whomp*