IT WORKED!

Kinda-Sorta.

Don't get too excited, let me tell you how the Great Period Commencement of November 2006 actually unfolded.

As I promised, I donned a nice crisp pair of white panties on Monday. At about 3:30 I went to the bathroom, and while there was nary a trace of anything on the cotton, when I wiped-behold there was a red streak! Eureka! I had hit the jackpot! I put on a pad, and radn directly to the phone to call Clinic #1. I did not pass go, I did not collect $200.00. My cycle had started, people. This was way more important than collecting a couple of hundred bucks.

Ring... Ring...
Receptionist: Clininc #1!
Me: Hi this is Ms. C, I just started my period-
R: So you want to come in on Wednesday?
Me: Ok, but my period just started, is Wednesday ok? Because I am going out of town on Thursday and Friday...
R: No, Wednesday should be alright!
Me: Great! See you then!

WOO HOO!

And then yesterday... not much of anything going on down there. The small trace of blood from the day before had dried up. There was a bit of brown goo when I wiped, but other than that there was little that I would call a period. I debated whether or not to call the clinic all morning, when at 10.30 the phone rang.

Receptionist: Hi this is Clinic #1 calling to change your appointment to another time...
Me: Speaking of appointment... I think my period has disappeared. It's kinda just brown now...
R: Is this normal for you?
Me: I don't really have a "normal"...
R: Let me speak to The World's Best Doctor and I'll call you right back.

About 20 minutes later (20 minutes! That's pretty impressive!)
Receptionist: I spoke with TWBD and he wants you to call when you have a full flow.
Me: Alright. (Duh, like I couldn't see that one coming!)
Me (again): But what if I don't get a "full flow" this month? I was on BDP for 2 weeks, and that may have changed the way my body will react...
R: Don't worry, you will get it.
Me: But, seriously, what if I don't?
R: You will. (She was saying this very kindly, not in a geez, you infertiles are so whiny kind of way.)
R: And you told me you are going away for a couple of days, didn't you?
Me: Yes... so what happens if I get my "full flow" on Wednesday, can I come in on Saturday instead of Friday.
R: Yes. Your timing will still be fine.
Me: Thank you so much!!!
R: Have a good trip!

The story ends as follows: This morning I wake up to FULL FLOW. I will call the clinic again, and will schedule my ultrasound etc... for Saturday. All is good. What kills me is that I was making myself sick over this last week (the what if scenarios of when I start my cycle, and will I let me family down if I couldn't go away because my scan would be on Thursday or Friday), all for no good reason. I really need to fucking chillax sometimes.

Now I am onto the next stage of the game... My first monitored cycle. I am excited, but I don't want to be hopeful. Really, why should this even work?

Happy Thanksgiving, all you lurvly Americans! I am thankful that I have you in my life.