When my cycle didn’t show up on Saturday as it should have, I didn’t immediately get excited. What’s a day here or there? Sunday came and went, nothing. Same thing Monday and Tuesday. Woke up yesterday morning and nothing again.
I tried not to, but I got a little excited. Maybe we wouldn’t have to pull out the frozen embryo after all. No shots, no pills, just regular ol’ rabbit died cigar passing around babymaking. I told Mr. SingLikeSassy and we decided to just hold tight and take a test on Saturday if nothing had happened by the weekend.
Then around 4 p.m. I felt a twinge in my hinter regions. And then, the floodgates opened, as it were. No baby. Sigh.
But, as Yolanda Adams sings, the battle is not mine, it’s the Lord’s and then Dottie Peoples reminded me that he’s an on time God and Richard Smallwood told me to not to be discouraged, there is a healing for my spirit and my soul.
So I’ll call the nurse, as planned, and get the frozen egg transfer process underway.
Chorus