CD1. Finally. What could be more perfect? The first morning we wake up back in our own bed, and a new cycle has begun. It has, indeed. I was a little taken aback by how red this blood was. My last few periods on Clomid were kind of low-quality looking, so this feels healthier to my medically untrained eye. Next up, I have to decide what to do with this cycle. Clomid or no? When I mentioned to Dr. L my idea of doing only progesterone this time around, and that I wondered whether the Clomid had messed with my lining, he said that I could do whatever I want, but that the fact that I had gotten pregnant probably meant that my lining had been adequate. But is that true? I know he's the super-expert, but I don't know if I totally buy that.
We spent Friday night at my parents' house, and they were great. They asked lots of questions about the miscarriage and what next steps were, and I felt surrounded and embraced by how much they love me. Bless them.
So here we are. Raise your blackberry mojito--virgin for the preggies--'cause I'm back in the game, bitches.
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