The spotting has morphed into flow. Drag. After I got over my stress yesterday morning, I felt okay. I’m not in charge, it hasn’t been that long that we’ve been actually trying, curb your enthusiasm, blah, blah, blah. These may be rationalizations, but they work well enough for the moment. Of course I’m disappointed. And now I’m starting to think about what else I can do, like taking Clomid (although Dr. Rational says it only improves my chances by a couple percent each cycle, seeing as I ovulate just splendidly on my own, so it seems kind of pointless) and accupuncture (which I’ve been meaning to do anyway, so I guess I might as well take the plunge – I think I’ve been scared of having someone tell me there’s something wrong with me.)
So that’s where I’m at. I’ve been trying to think of what to have for my CD1 ritual gorging, but nothing is leaping out yet. Maybe something with tomato sauce – I love good tomato sauce, and I haven’t indulged in a huge spaghetti feast in a while. Mmm. Part of the fun is spending all day thinking about it. I’ll take suggestions, too, if you’ve got ‘em.
I’ve got news on the support group front, too, but I’ll post later when I’m not covertly typing at work.
