After two years of blissfully menstrual-free months, last month I was put on Provera to get my period going. It was long, it was heavy, and I was weirdly, happily miserable, as this meant we were taking the first steps on the road to babyness.
Since my last post, I've been counting the 28 days to see if I'd get it again, or if I'd have to call to get a Provera refill. When 28 days came and went, I decided to pad it (no pun intended) a few days to see if anything would happen. Heck, it's been two years and I can't just expect my body to remember what to do on its own right away again, right?
I woke up this morning to find out that Aunt Flo finally made her flight on her own, even if she missed her scheduled departure by a few days. She must've been hanging out with Tom Hanks in the bathroom.