Today is cycle day 34. My longest cycle ever.
Sorry for the lackluster update, but I just don't know what to say about it. I'm disappointed, but not surprised.
Based on my pepperoni pizza face, I would have guessed AF should have been here by now. Nothing like having her MIA and having the face of a teenager (although I'd gladly have a face of pimples if I could have my teenage body back...).
It's been nine weeks since my D&C.
I would be 19 weeks pregnant this weekend.
Mondays, Fridays, and Sundays. Each one that passes marks another milestone I'm missing or anniversary of devastation. I want to stop thinking of this stuff on these days, but most of the time I can't help it.
Monday - day of the worst ultrasound of my life
Friday - day of my D&C
Sunday - would be the day a new pregnancy milestone was reached
That's too many days of the week infused with negative emotions and sadness.