Well there was no gush, no trumpets heralding the arrival of AF. Which is kind of pissing me off, because I could really use a 2×4 instead of a suggestion, you know? When I woke up this morning I felt… nothing. And I was all kinds of “WTF?!” I peed – in a cup, to test again before calling the RE – and only when I was done did I see blood on the tissue when I wiped. Yeah. So I’m pretty sure the game is over this month. Again – I could use the 2×4.

I have to call the RE anyways to let them know it’s CD1 and get my clomid ordered, which I am concerned about because I’m willing to bet you money the insurance office is closed for the holidays and they won’t be able to approve my clomid again. That pisses me off, people. What luck, to have AF start just in time for Thanksgiving on one hand and Christmas on the other. And hey, I even get to still have my period on Christmas itself! Great! Just what I wanted under the tree!

I guess the pee sticks weren’t lying. Not sure if I’m happy about that or not. At least I still have the expectation of seeing that line pop up someday. (Because I’ll be honest – as much as I totally want to be pregnant, I don’t really want to find out through a phone call and have the pee sticks lying to me. I need to SEE it damnit or it won’t seem real. ‘Course if that’s what happened I would gladly take it… )

PS – I am feeling extremely crabby this morning. Not in tears, just very very crabby.