Internetz, let me welcome you to Cycle Day 1.
There's a new sheriff down in Ladyville and that sheriff's name is Provera. It's clearing out everything and I do mean everything to make way for that what is to come.
If I may digress for but a moment to say the following:
WORST. CRAMPS. EVER.
WORST. RAGING. HEADACHE. EVER.
WISHING. I. COULD. BE. HORIZONTAL. ALL. DAY.
WHERE. IS. THE. ADVIL. AND. THE. HEATING. PAD?!
Ladyville is taking one hell of a beating and Sheriff Provera is taking no prisoners. To all of the ladies out there who deal with hella bad periods on a regular basis, I salute you, because holy hell, this is brutal. My heart goes out to you because I probably am not even experiencing close to what some of you go through.
The fertility clinic has been called. My husband has almost come out of hiding (Provera's sidekick Stabby still lingers.) And I have a date for a good old fashioned wanding (that is a probing by good ol' Wandy, the ultrasound wand) on Friday morning.
I'm guessing that the Femara and Follistim will be ordered up, and that means, dear friends, that I am back in the game.
Here we go...!