21 Days

21 days...that's how long my last cycle was. I started AF on Saturday in the midst of a very fun weekend with friends. It was awful. I had so much hope for this first medicated cycle. I was so looking forward to testing on Mothers day. Now I wish there was no such holiday. I know I should not be so upset about this, but I can't help it. I have fallen prey to this horrible feeling! I just want to crawl in bed and cry and cry. I can't help feeling this way. I try to tell myself to feel better, be happier, but I can't. I just can't. I have a call into the doctor to see if I can start a new cycle with the meds and everything. I am sure there is no reason I can't, but if this isn't going to work then I don't want to continue down this path. If I need to see a specialist then I want to do that now rather than later. As much as it pains me to think about seeing a specialist, it may be my only way to get the baby we are so desperately trying to make.
On a better note, I had a wonderful weekend with my very best friends! We got to laze around, gossip, watch girly movies and shop...the four best things to do with best friends! I really didn't want to come back to work today! Just wanted the weekend to continue for days and days! I leave on Wednesday for a work conference, but at least it's only 3 days. I come home on Friday.
I guess the only good thing about this short cycle is I can move on to the next one relatively quickly. And with this trip, this week should go quickly. I just hope the doctor calls back quickly so I can figure out what I'm to do.