I’ve been saying to myself and DH a lot lately – “We’re on cycle TWELVE.” Oh my gosh. It’s so depressing…. though not as bad as I thought it would be. Maybe I’ll freak out when we officially hit the one-year mark. Now I’m kind of looking forward to it – in that “let’s get this OVER with” kind of way. I’m tired of waiting. I want to find out what’s wrong and do something about it. I’m ready for the next stage, damnit. But cycle 12? TWELVE? God.

I’ve been spending a lot of time on my binder. I keep all my notes in my binder: all my charts, all my statistics (cycle length, ovulation days, etc), I keep notes of all my doctors visits since we started TTC, and I’ve just been working on the section for all my doctors’ information. I’m putting together info on the RE clinic. I’ll probably be calling soonish to find out how long a wait I’d have to get an appointment… but I’m trying to wait until we get the SA results to make the appointment, since if the results are bad I’ll be making an appointment ASAP. If it’s good I may just call for info.

I may go see my midwife again to keep her updated on our progress and discuss with her, though, I don’t know. I hate to pay $15 for no reason, but I feel like I should at least let her know where we’re at.