It's my birthday. My birthdays in recent years have been pretty hard. But I am very aware of the fact that I, for a change, feel immensely content. It has been a long long time since I have felt this content on my birthday. Three years of Miscarriages, infertility, and the dreaded "advanced maternal age" marker approaching have a way of casting a cloud on what should be a wonderful day. Last year especially I was a wreck on my birthday- a sobbing wet puddle. I wish I could go back in time and hug that self and assure her she was going to be okay, truly.
But today, I feel deep joy and gratitude. I truly have hope that by my next birthday we'll have or be closer to having a family. DH is cooking dinner for me, I am taking the morning off of work tomorrow and going to acupuncture. I insisted that DH not spend any more on me for my birthday (because we have spent far enough lately with this whole IVF adventure- Hon, let's just call that my present and say we're good. ha!) And I truly feel content.
AF is here, I think, well wait a sec.
It's more than just spotting, but not as heavy as it normally is. So I called my nurse, just to see what they count as the start of my "actual' period. (I love trying to explain the characteristics of AF while working in cubicle land at work.) And she said I am good to go. So we are officially starting stims Saturday.
300 iu folli.stim