It seems as if I am still on the the Old Hag’s mailing list. Before bed tonight I checked the Softcup and sure enough, there she was. I allowed myself a few minutes to mourn the “little eggy that could’ve been,” but was then summoned to my room by the Tiny Tyrant; ordinarily I couldn’t get him to sleep with me even if I wanted him to, but when he’s sick – it’s a different story altogether. He usually won’t sleep anywhere else!
So I crawled into bed with the two loves of my life, snuggling the little one into me just a little closer than usual. While I’d be lying if I said that I didn’t feel saddened every month when AF shows, a few “Mommy-Baby Snuggles” can usually brighten my mood right up. It’s not that I’m not still upset that it once again wasn’t our month, it’s more that I can’t help but fall a little deeper in love with the little (weighing in at 34.5 pounds and standing 34 inches tall at 2 years old – he’s anything but little) miracle that God has already blessed us with. As desperately as I want another baby to give John a younger sibling, I would still feel complete if I never had another one. I have already experienced the miraculous journey of pregnancy, childbirth, and breastfeeding; a journey many are never afforded the opportunity to travel.
Getting excited to get the ball rolling on this new cycle! Since today was officially CD 1 for my August/September cycle, I’ll begin the extended Femara regimen tomorrow (I really should’ve started it today), and will start taking EPO as soon as AF wraps herself up!