Change of Plans

I lied, I'm not starting a second round of Clomid this week.

Tuesday I went for another ultrasound to insure I could start the Clomid.

Much to my surprise there was a nice big follicle. 

I was so excited!

I may have a shed a tear...or several.

Last night was my trigger.

I was a little freaked out holding the needle, but I just went for it.

And then I felt like a giant wuss, 

because I couldn't even feel it the needle is so small.

I've been stabbed with toothpicks bigger than this needle.

Now, I sit and wait. 

(Not entirely, but I won't get into those details)

I have my appointment set for a pregnancy blood test. 

These may be the longest weeks of my life.

God, please help me not to stress and get through them.

I'm trying really hard not to get my hopes up,

but I kinda can't help it.

This is the first time in 17 months we actually may have a chance at making a baby.

That alone makes me really happy.

If this cycle is a bust, I am hoping we can try one more cycle before we move.

But it may not happen due to timing. 

It's all in God's hands, 

I just have to keep reminding myself of that about 1,000 times a day.