After the sting of the post-miscarriage bfn in May I decided to take June off. I felt it wasn't even worth going in for a baseline as I was sure there would be a cyst.
Fast forward to CD3 on July 5th. I felt so confident as I strolled into the exam room, head on straight and positive attitude affixed to my being....however July wasn't meant to be. I have two cysts, one on each side with the largest measuring 15. I didn't cry, pout or otherwise feel defeated. I figured my body must need some more time. Maybe my body is manifesting the needs of my mind and heart?
It's all I can do/feel/think at this point. To allow any negativity would put me back on a pretty dark path, one I am really not wanting to experience again.
So, I've committed to being healthier this month, cleaning up my eating behaviors and picking up my regular workout routine. If I am being handed this "off" month I figure I had better use it for something good.
PS. Thank you for the warm welcome back!