No, not the good kind of O.
Well, the good kind, just not the sexy time kind.
I went in for my bloodwork this morning. I was in and out within 15 minutes. Which was nice. They were just checking my progesterone levels to confirm if I ovulated last weekend. It was the last thing to check to see if this cycle was a success. The last step in telling me if I could REALLY have hope this cycle. For the first time... hope. Hope for a little nugget of my own.
They told me that I would have the results this afternoon. They always call me by 4 in the afternoon with my blood test results.
So I waited anxiously all day long. At about 5 I called the office when I still hadn't heard. They closed at 1. So I called the emergency line. I know, I know... it's for emergencies. But I was quite agitated. All that and the emergency lady told me to call back in the morning between 8 and 10 am. Annoying.
So here I wait... waiting to know if I ovulated. I am putting all my hope in this faulty body of mine. Hope that finally all this hard work has paid off and my body has finally, FINALLY done what it is supposed to. Hope that I can finally give my husband what he longs for. What I long for.
That's not too much to ask, is it?!?