My period came. I woke up at about 4am thinking I was having period-like cramps, but I chalked it up to my active imagination. A couple hours later, I discovered it was the real deal. Thank the lord!
Thank you all so much for your wonderful comments. They were immensely calming as I tried to squelch the doomsday scenarios going through my head. I mean it, each one helped me. It’s a little bit wonky when you feel like your life is revolving around your period, but no one said this was smooth ride.
Needless to say, I am beyond relieved. Thank you body, for doing this. It was later than I wanted/expected, but I’ll take it. If the cyst is gone and if I start Clomid on Sunday and if I ovulate at this dose, there’s still a tiny chance I could do the IUI before Christmas. That’s a lot of if’s, huh? I’m trying hard not to get my hopes up.
In other news, I called my RE’s office at the crack of dawn. Turns out they DO keep weekend hours for monitoring appointments. (This was news to me, that’s another story though.) Which is awesome!! I was ready to take a cab there in my pajamas this morning, but no need. I’ll go in on Sunday at 7am for CD3 bloodwork and ultrasound.
The next million dollar question: Is the cyst gone??? I sure hope so! 🙂