I can't believe I've become one of those people who couldn't tell you when my last period was. I know that, roughly, my period should be this week. I have a GYN appointment scheduled for next Friday. I'd hoped to discuss all of my options for having another child -- get one last medical professional's opinion before moving on with our surrogacy plans (though at the moment those are kind of in the toilet).
Monday I started feeling massively nauseated. The nausea hasn't gone away. I've had slightly tender and sore boobs, but not all the time -- it's bad some days, then not at all. Right now there's none, but this morning there was. So, whatever that means.
Monday night Mr. W went out and bought a box of 3 FRER. I took one before bed and it was negative. Despite our worries about what would happen if it hadn't been, we were both disappointed.
My period decided to make a visit on Tuesday. Kind of. Brown spotting, no real flow. By evening there was a bit of red blood, I thought that was it. But then it stopped. I've had such minor bleeding every so often -- so minor that really I haven't had to use anything to protect my clothing. Seriously. Nothing.
I took another test either Wednesday or Thursday morning. Still completely negative. Still no real period. Still such incredible nausea.
I don't know what the hell is going on with my body, but I am so damned glad that I'm going to the doctor on Friday. And hopefully either there will be a birth control prescription in my hand when I leave her office or statistics and information such that I've got the go-ahead to try to conceive a child on my own. I'm ready to move forward in one way or another. It's time.