I'm on day 6 of cycle 19. The dreaded period has departed and I just took my last generic Clomid for this cycle. Every time I take one of those pills, a little cheer goes off in my head "Go, Clomid, Go!" I blame the hellion, as she started pop warner cheerleading this year and I think all of the little girls rah rahing constantly has warped my fragile mind.
Side effects from the Clomid so far have been slight. I had an annoying headache on day 3, which I attribute to the Clomid as I've never had a headache that wasn't in direct correlation with my alcohol intake from the previous day. But it subsided once I put a blanket over my head and shut out all light, so that wasn't too bad. I was very bitchy on day 2 but that could just be normal everyday mood swings. And I was a bit loopy on day 4 but that could also be attributed to my diagnosed, unmedicated insanity.
Overall, things are going well. Thursday I will begin using the OPKs and start having PreSeed sex come Friday, the husbands favorite part of the baby making process. Mine of course is taking the multitude of HPTs in hopes of finding a positive, but he doesn't really need to be aware of that little tidbit.
Had a weird pregnancy related dream the other night. I was somewhere in my second trimester with quads. I was enormous. Something happened, pain or something, and I had to go to the hospital. The husband figured I'd been through all this before, so he went somewhere else. Had an emergency C section by some butcher of a doctor who carved a huge X in my abdomen. Three babies born dead, one still alive, but died before I came out of anesthesia. I was so depressed when I woke up, it literally took me hours to get over it. And even longer not to blame the husband for not being there in my dream.
I know it's just my subconscious dealing with all my worries about trying again, but it was still bad. I'm afraid of losing more babies. I'm afraid of having a huge multiple birth. I'm afraid of the husband not being there when I need him. I get all that. I just wish my subconscious would deal with it without being so graphic.
Things will be boring the next few days, so I'll be back around Thursday and after with the results of my obsessive OPK testing.
I'm on day 6 of cycle 19. The dreaded period has departed and I just took my last generic Clomid for this cycle. Every time I take one of those pills, a little cheer goes off in my head "Go, Clomid, Go!" I blame the hellion, as she started pop warner cheerleading this year and I think all of the little girls rah rahing constantly has warped my fragile mind.
Side effects from the Clomid so far have been slight. I had an annoying headache on day 3, which I attribute to the Clomid as I've never had a headache that wasn't in direct correlation with my alcohol intake from the previous day. But it subsided once I put a blanket over my head and shut out all light, so that wasn't too bad. I was very bitchy on day 2 but that could just be normal everyday mood swings. And I was a bit loopy on day 4 but that could also be attributed to my diagnosed, unmedicated insanity.
Overall, things are going well. Thursday I will begin using the OPKs and start having PreSeed sex come Friday, the husbands favorite part of the baby making process. Mine of course is taking the multitude of HPTs in hopes of finding a positive, but he doesn't really need to be aware of that little tidbit.
Had a weird pregnancy related dream the other night. I was somewhere in my second trimester with quads. I was enormous. Something happened, pain or something, and I had to go to the hospital. The husband figured I'd been through all this before, so he went somewhere else. Had an emergency C section by some butcher of a doctor who carved a huge X in my abdomen. Three babies born dead, one still alive, but died before I came out of anesthesia. I was so depressed when I woke up, it literally took me hours to get over it. And even longer not to blame the husband for not being there in my dream.
I know it's just my subconscious dealing with all my worries about trying again, but it was still bad. I'm afraid of losing more babies. I'm afraid of having a huge multiple birth. I'm afraid of the husband not being there when I need him. I get all that. I just wish my subconscious would deal with it without being so graphic.
Things will be boring the next few days, so I'll be back around Thursday and after with the results of my obsessive OPK testing.