What's Next: Four.

Like anything in life, I made it my mission to answer that phone. We got bumped up a couple times and finally landed on July 12th. I knew everything was riding on my next period. As soon as you get your period, they usually have you start birth control on day 3. The birth control suppresses you and shuts everything down. It’s important for it to be shut down so then they can slowly build you up to the exact dimension of lining it needs to be for the transfer. I was anxious the whole month of June leading up to this appointment. I was supposed to get my period on July 12th, ugh, perfect timing. But if it was early or late, I wouldn’t get on until the next period. At this point, I am feeling pretty defeated and definitely unsteady. They were going to come up with some reason for me not to start, I just know it. And of course, like everything else in this process, I got my period early. My day 3 was July 12th. I was done for. In the meeting, my doctor told me……what did she even tell me? Honestly, nothing of importance. I then told her I was technically on day 3 and didn’t know if that was a good thing or bad thing. She then told me that she would double check with the nurses but was fairly confident that I would be able to get in on this period. Holy cows! I could barely believe it! How did I manage just to barely squeak by? Like, I actually couldn’t believe it, but yup, later that day a nurse called me with my schedule. I had dates. I jumped in the car and went and picked up my birth control and started taking it.

This was happening. Oh, it’s happening.

And for now,

Xoxo