The Wait Continues

I'm always skeptical when the doctor or nurse tells you that you can test on a certain date. I guess I'm skeptical because I don't fully trust the result. Or, I'm afraid of the result that I don't want. Thus, I wait.

I've become a professional at waiting.

Maybe I should add it to my resume.

We were told that I could take a home pregnancy test on Friday, March 4th. Because my cycle was expected to start on Monday, March 7th, I decided to wait until at least then.

I was so hopeful in this cycle. Things just felt right about it. We made it in a nick of time with my husband going out of town and it seemed like the stars were aligning to make it happen.

I was also really hopeful because that Wednesday was my husband's birthday. I had this dream of being able to present him with an amazing birthday gift...a positive pregnancy test.

Since my cycle did not start that Monday, I decided to go ahead and take the last home pregnancy test that I had stashed away in the drawer. I have always been reluctant to take them without waiting for at least some time past the time my cycle should start as to not "waste" them. I know, other women probably think I'm crazy, but I'm also really pragmatic and frugal when it comes to this kind of thing. And yes, I know I can purchase crazy cheap ones on Amazon...

Much to my disappointment, the HPT was negative. I was hoping for even a faint line. No such luck this month.

The really annoying part was that my period didn't start until that Wednesday and it was really light and kind of odd for my normal cycles.

I called my RE's office to ask about next steps.

I went in that Friday for a baseline ultrasound and if everything looked good we would start straight away on injectables and use the last of my Follistim from the previous cycle.

Unfortunately, to add insult to injury, the sonographer found a cyst on my right ovary. Great. Something else to get in the way of progress. I was given options to take a birth control pill to help move the cyst along or to just wait until my next cycle starts. The nurse also told me that the cyst could be causing the funky period.

Well isn't that nice?

On top of it all, I wouldn't be able to start the injectable Follistim meds...which means that the rest of the vial that I have...that cost beaucoup bucks is going to go to waste. Which hurts my head and my heart from a purely practical standpoint.

And just as the cherry on top to this entire situation, I woke up that Thursday not feeling great, and by Thursday evening, I was running a fever of 102.8 - the highest I've ever seen in my adult life. I had chills, body aches, a slight cough, and a fever. I had the flu. And man oh man, this string of the flu was a doozy. I spent the better part of a week in bed, about 4 days feeling pretty crummy, and finally on day 7, I'm starting to feel normal, but still have a nagging cough.

So yeah, my last two weeks have not been great.

I wish I had more positive news to report, but sadly, I do not.

Just more waiting.