A month ago, we had to skip our first IVF cycle back because I fucked up and forgot to get some lab work done.
My nurse and I agreed, I should wait 30 days and then come in for no-menses bloodwork (because my cycles are always super long) so I could start my meds to bring on a new cycle, and I was tentatively scheduled for my FET on April 25.
I ran the numbers, and if we were successful, I’d be due in mid-January. Good, I thought, not right in the middle of the holidays.
I went in yesterday. Got up bright and early, had my blood drawn, and grabbed some breakfast before running some errands.
Then I came home, peed, and realized I was spotting.
Weird. Maybe it’s just a fluke though. But I called my nurse and gave her a heads up. She told me if I got my period for real over the weekend to come in on Monday for monitoring and we could get started right away.
And wouldn’t you know it, Aunt Flo is here! On HER OWN! And with a fucking vengeance, might I add. Thirty days, exactly!
This NEVER happens. Countless rounds of clomid, and IUIs, and multiple rounds of IVF and not ONE started without prescription hormones. Left to my own devices, my baby maker could wait 60-100 days between cycles.
And so today is CD1-ish, and I am shocked. I thought, and planned around, this happening in two more weeks.
If my math is correct, my FET would be 4/11.
That would make my due date New Years Day.
But, oh, I’ve already been assured I’ll be delivered no later than 39 weeks. Also known as Christmas Day.
So much for avoiding the holidays I guess. Fingers crossed for an extra present under the tree this year.