Yup, that's right, there is a chance that I could get pregnant this month. My Dr. said that my body responded well to the double dose of Clomid and I had a whole bunch of follicles. She thinks that a couple of them should be big enough before Dereck leaves on Friday morning. I am so happy, we have a chance and a game plan set. Thursday night I will be giving myself the HCG injection and then we will get it on, on Friday morning before Dereck leaves. So hopefully if I ovulate early on Thursday, or later, by Saturday we should be covered. We are also not going to do an IUI. My Dr. says she really thinks that the Clomid and inj. will be enough. I sure hope she's right. So I am crossing my fingers that they continue to grow. I know it is still no guarantee that we will end up pregnant but I am happy that we at least have the chance to try.
Of course now I will not be making my friends wedding in Michigan. I hope she understands. I really want to be there for her but that this is so important to me.
I finally got around to writing a letter to that counselor I had seen a few weeks ago. You remember that post about that appt., don't you? The lady who thought I should just say goodbye to Liam and move on. I wish I would have had the nerve to tell her off right there that day in her office, but I didn't. I also don't have it in me to tell her over the phone, but after talking to my grief group coordinator I decided to write her a letter. I could have just let this go but I feel she really needs to know how much she hurt me. It has now been 2 1/2 weeks since that horrible visit and it still irritates me that a counselor (Dr. of Psychology) could be such a heartless bitch. I tried not to be mean in the letter or tell her how to do her job, but I did tell her that I don't think she considered my feelings at all when it came to those stupid scenarios she gave me. I told her that I had wanted someone to talk to about Liam and will never just put him and his life in the past. I also mentioned how I should've never had to leave a counselors office, who is suppose to help me, bawling my eyes out and made to feel that my thoughts about my son were irrational. It was a fairly long letter and at the end I informed her that I will never be making another appt. nor will I ever refer her to anyone, ever.