Today is CD 1. I started spotting late last night, and today my period officially started. I won’t lie. I’m not sad to see this cycle go. I was happy that I ovulated only 23 days after the D&C, but my follicular phase and luteal phase both were punctuated with abnormal and unusual patterns. For instance, I didn’t have any normal signs of ovulation. There was scant cervical mucus. My cervix jumped about from position to position. My libido was AWOL, but my heart feels a bit broken these days hence the AWOL libido. Post-O, my breasts didn’t change size and they weren’t sore. My temperature shifted but, overall, my temps were much lower than normal. And, at ten days, this was the shortest luteal phase I’ve ever had. I hope the miscarriage hasn’t permanently disrupted my fragile balance of hormones.
Plus, I lost my baby this cycle. My hope for a new life. My dream of a potential future. All of that really sucked ass. I’m ready to move forward.
CD #1 of our twelfth cycle in the sixteenth month feels really good. It is time to start anew, and we are ready. My RE informs me that by taking clomid or femara my odds of conceiving any given month jump from about 5% to 15%, which are the odds that 88.5% of fertile couples our age face during any given cycle. That means that I should get pregnant within the next six cycles, assuming I medicate for all six. [Insert prayer here.]
This is going to be my first medicated cycle, so hold on to your pants, ladies. Here we go.
It felt appropriate to insert some photos from our trip to the Butterfly Pavillion yesterday. I hope everyone has had wonderful weekend.