We went in this morning – and well I still have no dominate follicles.   Our RE was nice, and she talked to us about clomid and doing a provera cycle.   She seemed to really understand that we wanted to get stuff started – and she was really aware that we were so sad when our first attempt ended in surgery.  We are going back in on Monday which will be day 22 to see if there is a egg in there that wants to be released.  The RE said that it did not look like I was going to ovulate over the weekend.

H. talked me down from sadness this morning on our walk back to the subway.  I think that in November my cycle was actually 35 days so I am hopeful that an egg will show up.   Also I would love to do one cycle without clomid.    So maybe this is a good thing and not weird.   I just always jump to my body is weird or abnormal now after that stupid, scary surgery.   (I think that I have some scars from that which are not visible.)    

This was the note on a bunch of pussy willows on our desk last night. And I have been sitting here all day looking at them. We are not big valentines day celebrators but we had a really great home cooked meal last night and spent most of the day together. It was really quite dreamy. Also H. got me this:

Now all we need is a “made in brooklyn” one too. I love this onesie; thank you H. for making me feel like it is okay that all I want to think about is baby clothes.