Finally. FINALLY. After 52 days, my period finally arrived. I’m not going to lie. I got my hopes up. I thought I was going to be one of those women who only get a positive on a blood test. I’ve been emotional since AF showed up yesterday, but I’m glad that I’m no longer being strung along.
My body was exceptionally cruel this past week. I was feeling nauseated Monday night. I could not move without feeling like I was going to hurl, so I decided to move to the couch so I could get some open air. Come morning time, right before Bella was set to leave for school, I puked all over the floor. Thank God for hard floors…
I really thought that this was the start of morning sickness, but oh well.
So…on to the next cycle…except not. I’m taking a break from TTC. I will be visiting my family for 10 days at the end of the month, and I’m fairly certain I’ll be ovulating while away from Dennis. I requested for an appointment with the doctor who performed my hysteroscopy to figure out what the hell is wrong. I know doctors recommend that you wait until the one year mark, but ain’t nobody got time for that. I know something isn’t right, and my insurance expires on December, so I don’t have time to piddleass around. I’m hoping that this will be the step in the right direction.
I’m not quite sure if we will even actively TTC afterwards. We will likely NTNP (not try, not prevent) until after August, as we’re going to Disney World. I’ve put away my OPKs, HPTs, preseed, supplements, etc. If it happens, it happens, but I can’t handle another month of heartbreak.