This seems like a fitting title for me today.
Young Margaret and I share some things in common. Ok, she is 14 and I am 34, but we are both desperately waiting for our periods, cycles, menses... Whatever you'd prefer to call them we are both enlisting in a higher power to summon them.
In a previous post, I mentioned that I did not have one.single.issue.ever. when it came to my gyn history. I was dependable. Like clockwork. But now, I have spent 2 weeks injecting myself with drugs that didn't work. What they did do, was wreck havoc on my cycle. Dr. Specialist told me that I would be back on track 6 days following the last injection of Lupron. Here it is 23 days later and I'm looking at another ultrasound and blood draw to see what's going on.
I called the nurse yesterday to figure out what to do next. She agreed it's time for that ultrasound and blood work. She said that I probably felt like I'm wasting time.
Seriously. Come on. FEEL like I'm wasting time. I AM wasting time.
What does this mean... well, the promise that "I'd look good for an egg retrieval and embryo(s) transfer mid-January" just went.right.out.the.friggin.window. It means that it's more likely February. It means that another month is going by. It means that we are still waiting.
So, 2011, it is time for you to leave. It is time for your empty promises, failed deadlines and craptastic doctor's appointments to be a thing of the past.
2012, I welcome you with open arms. Please, be kind to us.
Tonight we will ring in the New Year and I will pray for strength for tomorrow and continued happiness with what we do have today. I wish the same to all of you that have stopped by to read and leave a comment. They are wonderful to read and are very much appreciated.