Well folks I have taken my 3^rd Clomid pill as of this morning. And even if I wasn’t counting the days, I would still know exactly where I was in this game because of my symptoms…yes, THEY’RE BACK! Already.

As I was making my bed (measuring the sheets to ensure they have equal hang- over length on each side like my OCD tells me to do) I noticed that my husband had an unusual pile of pajamas sitting on his night table. He is normally up before me during the week, so he showers and gets ready to leave for the train and then places his nighttime clothing on his night table, where I proceed to refold them to again satisfy my OCD and then place them under his pillows (which are also strategically placed). I digress. So as I’m refolding his clothing I notice there is a pair of pajama pants, a pair of socks, a short sleeve shirt, a thin long sleeve shirt and a heavier long sleeve shirt. WTF?? Here I am sleeping naked, and he’s bundled up like he’s waiting for the Polar Express to pick him up!

When he gets home form work later that night I question him on his ridiculous sleeping attire and he tells me that he has to wear so many layers because he freezes at night. And here I am sleeping naked because I get so hot that I sweat to the point of having to flip my pillow over, not to mention that I have totally freaked myself out thinking I may have wet the bed! EWWW. Then I get to thinking…dangerous, I know…it’s the hormones. I mean I’m taking synthetic hormones to make myself ovulate. And one of the side effects of Clomid is night sweats. There you have it. I won’t mention the other side effects I have, like headaches, mood swings…sorry. But yeah, they are here.

This is probably going to sound extremely vain, but the one side effect I was blessed with on the other 2 cycles of Clomid is the one I’m most concerned about. Acne! Enough already, I’m 26 and I still have to stress about breakouts? I thought this would be done like 8 years ago. This happens to come at the perfect time, when I have my husband’s holiday party next Tuesday evening. At least this gives me about 5 days to rub my face with alcohol day and night to try and get rid of these little critters. JOY!

But then I think to myself, this is all for the best reason! I will gladly go through whatever it takes to give my husband the title of “Daddy”. Often that’s much more important to me, than me having the title of “Mommy”. Cheers to us!