Oh. My. God.
Aunt Flo made her long-awaited appearance last night! Eighty-two days (that’s 11 weeks and 5 days) after my D&C, red splotches on the loo paper.
It was, as one of our most belovéd Judy Blume heroines (and wannabe menstruation expert), Margaret, said when Aunt Flo finally showed up on her doorstep, “Not a lot–but enough.”
I’m struck by the coincidence of AF arriving so soon after I saw P-SIL, and on the day I decided to start charting again (and renew my FertilityFriend.com membership). The strange thing is, yesterday was day 4 of cramps and pain, but they were far less severe (level 1-2) than over the weekend (level 4-5). When the pain subsided, I put it down in my diary as Phantom Period #2. When MIL asked me if I was still in pain and cheerfully suggested, Well, maybe there’ll be a gush soon! I scoffed and darkly said I bet I’d need a hysterosalpingogram, knowing my luck… So when I went to the bathroom, to say I wasn’t expecting my period is something of an understatement.
I went to bed happier than I’ve been in almost 4 months. Even if it lasted a few hours, red blood is fresh, which means it’s a good sign. It’s the first piece of good news I’ve had since my BFP on January 26th.
Even better, Aunt Flo has decided to stick around for the day today. I am feeling so bright and cheerful all of a sudden that I realise I didn’t understand just how stressed I was about my body not working properly! I’ll still have my thyroid levels checked on Friday, but I’ll ask then if I still need the ultrasound on Tuesday morning.
I feel as though anything is possible. Whatever bad days or moments lie ahead, I will be able to better accept them as temporary. This doesn’t take away all my grief, but I’ve started a new chapter in my reproductive story.