I'm in a holding pattern for this upcoming IVF cycle.
It appears that M. will have to travel right during the estimated window for our egg retrieval and transfer. He can't get out of it, and I sure can't do this without him.
I've been crying since Friday night.
We're now looking at starting Lupron at the end of September. My mind knows that it's only a month and for goodness sakes we've been waiting for #2 for almost 4 years, what's another month in the grand scheme of things?
But my heart?
It doesn't want to wait. And it won't listen to my mind rationalizing how this is okay. I'll have more time to lose a little more weight. More time to cut out caffeine and alcohol. More time to prepare.
Patience is not a strong suit of mine.