The Feast of the Epiphany or in secular terms, Twelfth Night, is the last of the yuletide revels before the harsh reality of winter sets in. I'll be celebrating in spirit but for now, it's time to take a nice tub and make some soup for dinner.
So there was some period drama last week but I'll spare you the full recap. Basically AF was here, then gone, now sort of here again but it doesn't matter because we went back to the Stork Club today and everything looks great.
That's what I like to hear before my first day on the job.
Scan showed a nice thin lining, Casper the Ghovary was still present with three little follies, as well as 6 small ones on the right. I'm not supposed to ovulate so we keep an eye on follicle size over the next two weeks, as well as hormone levels and lining thickness, for the moment to be absolutely right. If everything checks out, I could luck out with my MLK weekend transfer and not have to miss a day of work. That would be excellent, though no big deal if I'm out during midterms that Tuesday.
So now I start estrace tablets twice a day and go back in every 4 days for bw/us. I should be nice and emotional by the time we get into Romeo and Juliet so watch out, kids. I can ugly cry right alongside Claire Danes.
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