So it finally started 5 days late. In the last few days, my mind has begun to wander to different extremes. The most ridiculous idea I had is: What if last cycle somehow mysteriously worked and I am pregnant. Wishful thinking. My mother gave me that idea. My mother was pregnant for three months before she found out she was carrying my youngest sibling. She had her period like clockwork for the first 2 months and then it stopped. My cousin didn't stop having her period until she was nearly 5 months, and then that's when she figured out she was pregnant. I guess it's more common than I thought. I guess I can't dwell on it for to long, I should be going in for my CD3 ultrasound on Saturday. I know this is really odd but I can't wait to start my injections. It just makes the process feel so much more real.
Moving into the bigger place in 25 days! Let the packing games commence! Best of luck to all the fantastic ladies that will be cycling with me this next month :)