So I wake up this morning to a (sorry, TMI!) bloody-ass mess.
AF is here. Way. too. effing. early. Cycle # 11 is starting off with a bang.
Now, of course, I have to call and reschedule my u/s AGAIN. At least I know that this Friday's appointment wouldn't have worked either.
I'll have to wait until next week to find out what Boris is doing in there. (I'd like to thank Candi for inspiring me to name my cyst!)
On a separate note, thank you to everyone who left me encouraging notes this week. Joey and I had a long talk yesterday and I got a chance to cry it all out. I am so thankful for him. He is my rock and I don't know what I would do without his support. But you have no idea how it feels to come on here and have friends I can count on, too. It really means a lot.
Hopefully brighter, better days are ahead.