One week

One week one week one week.

One week from today I start the drugs that will (hopefully) eventually get me pregnant. If we had stuck with the original plan I’d be on clomid by now, but I really wanted to go on that cruise, darnit!

So by my crude calculations, starting provera next Friday, the most pregnant I can possibly be on March 7 is about 21 weeks. Plenty of room for the 24 week cut off imposed by Carnival.

I am trying not to get too excited. I have learned over the past nine months that it’s lethal to get your hopes up too high. But I do have some nervous/excited energy, and the thing I’m thinking about most is that if we get pregnant in late September/early October, we can tell our families on Thanksgiving. : )