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Keep on keepin' on

I went for my 2 weeks post-op today. Dr. D feels that we can start trying again immediately (would have anyways) and that I may actually already be on my period. (When did it become a question of maybe?) I hadn't bled at all since the D&C and then started heavily bleeding last night and today. He feels that it's early for a cycle but that it probably is. After all, my body does not follow the rules. If there's one thing we've come to know, I am NOT normal!!!

He suggests I do ovulation tests and track temperatures to watch for ovulation. My worst fear is that this screwed up my "new and improved" cycles. I do not want to go back to amenorrhea and shots of provera. My cheeks are finally not sore letting me sit comfortably. :)

I have learned of so many girls that I know who have infertility and/or miscarriage experiences. It's almost like joining a really sucky, exclusive club. We all have different stories and lives and outcomes. But what we share is the frustration and fear and sadness that comes with the journey. You always hear of someone worse off than you, who has suffered more and been through it longer. And you think, wow, I don't think I could have survived all that. But you do. And you are stronger for it.

When this began, I never dreamed I would go through what I've gone through. It happens to other people, not me. But here I am. 16 months in to this... 3 surgeries....1 hospitalization....1 miscarriage. Where will this path lead us next? Impossible to know, and that's what keeps me going. The hope that the next little turn will bring a baby into our home. And until we have traveled every possible road, I have to keep on truckin'.

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  1. I agree! Keep at it love, you will have a baby in your home! I pray that it is sooner than later.

    I wish none of had to join the "miscarriage club" but I know there is a reason....what? I don't know. But I do know we are stronger than most and we will be amazing mothers someday because of all the pain we've had to endure.

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