Well, here we are again in familiar territory. The excitement of having a Provera-induced “period” (aka withdrawal bleeding) 2 1/2 weeks ago has worn off, and I’m back to waiting not-so-patiently for something else to happen. If the week of ingesting little progesterone pills had magically put me back on a normal schedule, I should have ovulated last week. But, since I am obsessed, I’ve been charting my temps (a la Taking Charge of Your Fertility) and have not seen a thermal shift (or even a thermal pattern, for that matter). So I’m fairly certain that ovulation has not happened — yet.
Since I was away from my darling husband in Vermont last week, it wasn’t great timing for the most important element of babymaking. Nevertheless, I’d really like to sleep soundly knowing that my body is cycling the way it needs to so that SOMEDAY we can time things correctly and procreate. But alas, it sounds like my body has other plans. And although I am generally a supporter of letting nature run its course, I’m getting a little frustrated by the lack of progress.
Last night Benjamin said to me, “I want you to get preggers so we can tell our friends and family about the blog”. You bet your sweet ass bottom dollar that’s not the only reason we want to get pregnant. Now that we’ve done so much talking and planning and hoping and trying, we want to get this little adventure started ASAP. We’re ready, ok? Bring on the baby! Or at least the normal periods so we can start “trying” like everyone else. Is that too much to ask?
Three more weeks to wait until I can call the doctor again. She said if I don’t get my period by then, we can discuss “other options” and “next steps”. The date is already marked on the calendar and the countdown has begun…