I'm not pregnant. I spotted most of my vacation and then started the day I got back. I wasn't sad, though. I took two pregnancy tests on vacation. I thought it would be great to find out I was pregnant while on vacation. Maybe do one of those cute announcements "Vacation-$2,000, Souvenir- $15, The fact that there are three people in this picture- Priceless." But it's okay. I really am okay. I even thought for a little that maybe we shouldn't keep trying. Maybe we should just be us for a little while. Who knows.
I'm getting my day 21 progesterone level drawn this month-- on the 10th actually. It's a Saturday, but CBH has a 24 hour lab. Hopefully it will show that I do in fact have low progesterone and that will start the right treatment. The Metformin is working and it isn't making me as sick. So that's a plus. The doctor said I might start on Clomid in January if I'm not pregnant when I see her. But we will see if the progesterone level changes our plan.
Either way, I'm okay. I really am. I can wait. The days don't seem as long anymore. The weeks don't seem as hard. I'm okay to be patient. And I'm not even praying for a distraction.
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