Aunt Flo, bitch that she is, arrived two days early. Though I KNEW she'd come, I still had a meltdown and cried over it. I guess there must have been a teeny tiny part of me that hung on to some hope that I might be preggers. It happened right when I got to school Wednesday morning, so I didn't have a lot of time to sink into a depression over it. By the time the morning bell rang, I had pushed it to the back of my mind and moved on with my day.
Thank Gawd I have K. She is my rock. After I got home and grieved about it for awhile, she forced me to get out of the house. We explored a new gym and I got in a killer workout. Later she cooked me an amazing dinner and we started making plans for next month. We made an appointment with a new OB at the Fertility Clinic and even started looking at new donors. She reminded me that we did everything perfectly and that it just wasn't the right time.
When I spoke to Julie, she had this to say...
"Ya know, Case, you're like a really cool, mint-conditioned car. Problem is, you've been stored in a garage for nearly forty years and never been used! You're probably not going to start on the first try!!" Ha! Leave it to my little sister to put things in perspective for me.
Here's to next month!
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