My weekend was SO GOOD. My Mom was in town and we were busy little bees. Shopping, eating, spa-ing, museum going, talking, walking, sipping coffee, laughing. We didn’t talk about IF stuff much. It only came up at lunch on Saturday. We were discussing all of the weddings hubs and I have coming up. And how there will be so many weekends filled with babies and pregnant friends…and how it hurts just thinking about it. I teared up and so did she. It’s funny how this desire to have a baby is with me 100% of the time, but it still manages to sock me in the stomach every now and then, isn’t it?
But that was 1% of the weekend and 99% of it was happy and recharging and wonderful. Ahhhh. It was good. My Mom splurged on me BIG TIME….it was totally unnecessary but very, very nice. I love my Mom. So. Much. I miss her already. I’m feeling weepy today because she’s gone. It’s back to life, back to reality. (On the upside, hubs is back in town after a weekend of guy time at his little brother’s bachelor party. I love having him back home. I’m already feeling sniffly about me leaving for three days for a work trip next Sunday. Whew, someone is EMOTIONAL today! 🙂 )
Here’s another bit of news: My period came on Sunday. RIGHT ON SCHEDULE!
I’m super relieved. I’m also incredibly nervous. I’m afraid of what tomorrow will hold. Tomorrow morning at baseline monitoring I will either find out we are good to go for this upcoming cycle or else I will find out the cyst is still there. I think I can feel it. Who knows. I’m getting mentally and emotionally prepared to ask Dr. C to drain it. I don’t know what the draining entails—I think they can do it via ultrasound?—how quickly they can do it, if this will effect starting my cycle right away, whether I’ll have to take time off work, etc. Whatever happens, I MUST move forward. I cannot wait any longer. Two months has felt like an eternity. I’m freaking out a little bit.
*Like the one in Elizabeth Bishop’s poem, The Imaginary Iceberg.