My mother taught me that if you don't have anything nice to say, don't say anything at all.
That's why I haven't bothered writing lately. I have absolutely nothing nice to say. All I want to do is whine and complain and curse my biology. I want to bitch about well meaning friends who say all the wrong things over margaritas. I want to blather about my lack of energy and how our house is total chaos because I don't have the motivation to do anything about it.
But I'm hoping things might be turning around. The bleeding stopped on Friday. Day 29. 5 minutes short of us buying stock in Tampax.
Today, I got two positive OPKs. The first ever.
We're not inseminating this cycle because things were so wonky that I feel like we'd be throwing money away, so now we wait until my next cycle starts. On Day 1, I will call the clinic and let them know we're on. On Day 3, I will go for blood work. From that point on, we cross our fingers and hope like hell my body behaves. Please, please please let my body behave. Please let September be a good month.