It's been awhile since I actually WANTED to get my period.
But right now, I'm ANXIOUS for it. I go to Fertility Friend and check and then double check what day of my cycle it currently is, and then count how many days it's likely to be until my period starts.
Will this be a twenty-eight day cycle? Twenty-nine? Thirty? Or will my body go nutty, and spring into action on Day 27?
My last cycle was 30 days. The one before that, twenty-nine.
I'm twenty-six days into my current cycle, so... Friday? Saturday?
Which means a Day Two appointment with my doctor on Sunday or Monday.
Personally, I'm hoping for Saturday, because that means I can cancel my trainer on Monday morning without having to feel guilty about not exercising. (I'll have to drive across town for a morning appointment. I swear I'm not just lazy. I mean, I am lazy. But I'm not JUST lazy.)
That Day Two appointment is when I'll find out how many follicles I have... and whether there are enough of them to proceed with my second round of IVF.
The timing's definitely not bad for an IVF round. WP and I have a lot of work to do, but our hours are fairly flexible, so I can drive across town seven thousand times and take a couple days off for procedures without making anyone's life difficult.
In a perfect world, George would be in his "forever home," wherever that may be, so I wouldn't have to deal with his occasionally overwhelming energy level... but you can't have everything. (Although if anyone knows anyone who'd like George, NOW'S A GOOD TIME!) Worst case scenario, I'll just have my dog-walker do extra visits on the days I won't be able to exercise him enough to keep him calm.
But that's all premature.
For now, I'm just on period watch.
Okay, not so much patiently.