
So...I was beginning to wonder whether I would ever say this, but this may be the last day of my life before motherhood becomes a more concrete reality (knocking on wood for about 20 different reasons). Since starting Clomid back in April, my cycles have been 25 and 26 days, and today was day 33 of the third cycle. I also took progesterone this month, which my doctor recommended in order to counteract these short cycles. Basically, you take the progesterone starting a couple days after you ovulate, and you continue until you get your period. The doctor said that it generally increases the cycle length by between zero and three days, rarely (although occasionally) more. My longest cycle since starting this whole TTC odyssey (I've learned a lot of lingo along the way--that stands for "trying to conceive") was 31 days, but all the others have been under 30--as I mentioned, a fair amount under since starting the big C. So why on earth haven't I taken a pregnancy test yet? I'm sort of asking myself the same question. But N and I have been in different countries for the last three days, and so I'm cultivating my grownup patience and waiting until we're both back in Paris tomorrow night. The waiting has been seriously challenging, as I spent the last three days visiting pregnant friends who are maybe nearly as anxious for the news as I am. But in 24 hours, I'll have some answers. Either I'm pregnant or this progesterone has really done a number on me. But in case this is the end of something, I thought it bore remarking.
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