What hasn't gone wrong the last few days? Nothing. Absolutely nothing. First, the crimson bitch came to visit on Saturday morning. So I'm not pregnant. On top of that, not only can I not ovulate on my own, I also have a ten day luteal phase. Fucking fabulous.
I managed to hold myself together pretty well during the day on Satuday - M and I had a round of golf planned, it was a decent day, and I was managing not to think too much. Then, we went over to my sister's for a belated mother's day dinner for my mom... at 18 weeks she's definitely showing (my sister, not my mom), which makes it a lot harder to ignore. I go into the bathroom to collect myself. Sittin' on the hopper, I see a black mark on my leg. So I go to wipe it off, and whadda ya know - it's got legs and it's stuck to me. I picked up a fucking tick playing golf. I.could.not.deal. So M took a quick look on the net to figure out what to do, and pulled the thing out with tweezers. GROSS!!!
At least I could have a bottle of wine.
Yesterday, my friend who had her ET the same day I had my IUI found out she's pregnant!!! I'm *totally* thrilled for her, she was only going to do the IVF this one time... but just as with my sister, we were hoping to get pregnant together. So basically, all you need to do if you want to get pregnant is go through a cycle with me. So far I'm two for two. Any takers? Step right up. Of course, that's not going to be happening for a while:
Day 3 ultrasound this morning. Four fucking huge cysts. One on the right, 26mm. THREE on the left, 26, 20 and 19mm. So not only can I not ovulate, have a short luteal phase, I also make really beautiful cysts. So no cycle this month. And to think last night I was looking at the calendar, and wondering if I wouldn't be able to make my graduation ceremony because we'd be doing another IUI.
Fuck checking the calendar to figure out potential due dates - I'm getting disappointed just planning ahead on when I might try to get pregnant.
I think I need to pick me up a pair of sweatpants.