So…today is CD2. Yesterday sort of snuck up on me. I wasn’t expecting to get my period until today, so that was a nifty little surprise (or, you know, not so much). I guess the silver lining is that I finally got my bloodwork done today. (Anyone else had CD3 testing done on CD2? Dr. C said I could get it done either day.)
Nothing else going on. Hubby’s still dead-set on waiting another month before having his tests done.
Now that CD1 has come and gone, I actually feel a little better. The worst part, I think, is the hope/dread that comes with the waiting. Not that the waiting isn’t bad enough on its own, believe me. I’ve been doing plenty of that the last five years. Just waiting to get started with treatments drove me to the brink of despair. I have to keep reminding myself we haven’t been on this crazy trip long enough to get anywhere yet. It just feels like forever because we stood in line for so long.
Hubby just put this CD on, so I’m going to get my groove on. Enjoy.