The end of an era

Well, not really but *sniff, sniff* today I felt those old familiar twinges, harbingers of red.

And then there it was, brown, on the tp. Tomorrow will mark 5 weeks after the D&C and tomorrow AF should make a full-blown appearance--yea, happy anniversary to me! I haven't seen her since early July, what with the pg and miscarriage and all. Now she's back and I'm kinda sad to remake her acquaintance.

I'm hoping she's bearable; I've heard that post-D&C periods can be heavy and painful, especially when you consider that I had a suction D&C so no actual endometrial lining was ginsu'ed out of there. I'm sure the pg made my ute a comfy pillow for embie--which means all that cushy goodness must now come out. I'm gearing up for a monumental blood-letting this go'round. I sure hope not, we still don't have power and are only running the well pump at home periodically to conserve gas. I'm a clean freak, mind you, and ice cold showers to clean the hootch and the bod won't be too fun.

One plus to this is that I now know to expect my next period during the last week of October--when we'll start the next injectable/IUI cycle, given that I have no leftover cysts to interfere with the plan. I really hope that the corpus luteum cyst I had hightailed it out of town after the baby was no mas (mas = 'more' in spanish--yep, I busted out the espanol on y'all). I hate when things don't go according to plan--which means that if you're playing along at home, I really hate being infertile (and who among us doesn't?). It has really truly fucked up my plans, as I'm sure it has for you as well. But I guess life is what happens when you make plans... For now, I plan to pop some NSAIDs (or should I take the leftover perkies?) and ride AF out. I have a feeling it's gonna be a long next few days.