As I sit here waiting for the next cycle to start, I realize I have no idea when or how my journey will end. Obviously, I want it to end with a baby and soon (read now). But with each cycle that fails, that ending becomes harder and harder to see.
Even though my progesterone result from this cycle is only 10.5, the doctor thinks the femara is working. So for the next two cycles, I'm going to stick with the 5mg dose. I was really hoping for more. I am ready to move on to the next step. My head knows that I need to give the Femara a try, which means 3 cycles. Knowing that in my head and having the patience in my heart are two very different things. And I guess I do have to admit that I know the femara works because I am ovulating, which I wasn't on my own.
Some days it really feels like the world is pushing me to the edge. Yesterday was one of those days. There were babies and pregnant ladies everywhere. And China announces the end of the 1 child policy-now couples can have 2. Over a billion people can now have two kids, and I'm just over here doing everything I can to have one. I try to maintain a positive attitude, but some days it's really just too hard.
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