My, oh my. How many times have I been on Provera now? Ugh, bloggies, too many to count. I finished up my last pill in a 5-day dose on Sunday. So now I wait. I had actually planned to impress you all with my amazing Zen-ness about this part of my cycle (Whatever, my period will come when it comes! I’ve been through too much to care about when my silly period shows up! Life is good! etc…), but I seem to have entered the 3-days-of-waiting zone, which brings out the Egg Crazies.
After all these months of not ovulating, and thin lining, and breaks from cysts, and then this latest canceled cycle….I want April.
If my period doesn’t show up in the next few days (the cushion I allowed for in my very dorky but amazing cycle spreadsheet in Excel), I will bench myself this cycle. Because looming on the horizon is hubs’s little bro’s wedding—he’ll be out of town for four days, I’ll be gone for three—which is potentially disasterous for monitoring and/or IUI timing. (I say that hopefully, I realize this cycle has a great chance of being cancelled due to over- or under-stimulation or, dum dum dum, thin lining.)
I could’ve waited a few weeks and started the Provera around the wedding so we’d avoid this potential timing issue. But, darnit, I didn’t want to wait three more weeks to take the Provera! And there’s another wedding at the end of April!
Anyway. Provera Crazies have arrived. Not because of the hormones (or lack thereof, it’s got to be out of my system by now), but because of the totally uncontrollable nature of my body. It’s a microcosm of IF.