CD8Ho hum, twiddle my thumbs. CD8, a useless day. Not a time of hope, nor of despair. Just another day in a long month in a long year.
We are on cycle 2 post-miscarriage 2. No miracle holiday baby for us. Just a long, heavy bleed, and a step back from another IUI. We had been given the go-ahead to start this cycle, and I had all my meds with me, but I managed to make the sensible decision to wait until I've had a normal cycle.
So now I can look forward to another cycle where I pretend we have a chance, take my temp every morning, agonise over OPKs, drag myself back from the brink of testing at 6dpo, only to have my hopes dashed at 7,8,9 and 10dpo.
And here I am on CD8, wishing the days away, eyeing up that mid-cycle rush with the expectation of a first-timer. Still hoping for a miracle, still waiting, after all these years.