Today is already cycle day 7, and therefore my last day of this round of those tiny little rage inducing pills, other known as Clomid.  I have to say that this cycle on Clomid has brought out the worst symptoms.  The night sweats have reared their ugly head morning, noon, evening and night.  I guess it’s kind of like when they say morning sickness, and so I’ve heard and read, it’s more like morning noon and night sickness.  The mood swings…oh the mood swings.  Seriously, one minute I couldn’t be in a better mood and the next, I’m wondering what could possibly be so bad that I’m so sad.  It really sucks.  **Queue the masses of women telling me that I’m not alone in my Clomid symptomology.**

I still say I’ll do it over and over and over again to reach our goal of becoming Mommy and Daddy.  Whatever it takes.

So as I’m so excited to be about to take my last pill this morning, right after I finish breakfast (remember my full stomach B.S. from yesterday?), I open the tiny little blister thingy and….ooooppps!  Right into the garbage pail.  Little sucker slipped right outta there faster than I could have ever reacted to snatch it up!  (LMAO…I said ‘snatch’.  Sorry if I’ve offended anyone by using that word, but there’s kind of a little joke that I won’t repeat right now and I just think the word is extremely funny.  Kind of like when someone refers to a ‘box’…Kim, Fran, I know you are rolling!)  Once again, I digress, but what would a post be without one by this point, right?  So the pill lands in the garbage pail, smack in the middle of a puddle of egg yolks that I dumped in there just 20 minutes sooner while making my egg white omelet.  I contemplated washing it off, but that would have been absolutely disgusting, so I said to myself…”Shit, now what??”  Then I light bulb popped out of the top of my head and I remembered that I still had leftovers from the last cycle since my GYN always called in a 2 Rx’s for me at a time!  And last month I cut the package open and managed to cut into the pill itself and turn it into dust.  So there were a few extras!  Done…that was easy!

So while it’s probably too early to be feeling any kind of aches or pains down there around my ovarian area…last night I felt some cramping.  May very well just be all in my head, but I hope it’s because it’s “working”.  I read that taking Clomid on days 3-7, results in more follicles, while taking it on days 5-9 results in more mature follicles.  So maybe I have tons of little ones forming and they will now begin to mature…YIPPEEEEE.  Monday can’t come soon enough.  I know they won’t be ready to trigger come Monday, but at east we will get to see where they are at this point.

See you soon!

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!