After getting the news from my Dr. that Brandon and I didn't need any help with TTC, I still decided to go on Clomid after all. The reason being is that first of all, with my remaining tube being swollen, I feel like I only have one good shot at a pregnancy. Second of all, I'm just flat out getting impatient. It's been almost 2 1/2 years, what do you expect??
So I started my period on July 25th which was a Friday. I called my Dr. and made an appt for Monday the 28th for my first ultrasound. Upon entering the dark exam room, the first thing I noticed was the ultrasound machine. My first thought was "wow, this might be the closest I get to one of these!" (yes, my brain can be very mean to me sometimes).
The nurse came in almost immediately after I was undressed, and proceeded with the ultrasound. The point of this was to make sure my ovaries were healthy and that I didn't have any cysts or anything. Not quite sure what this is showing, but the nurse was pleased with what she saw.
After seeing this, she gave me the go ahead to start Clomid that night. I was told that I HAD to take the pill at the same time every single day. So I'm thinking cool, i'll take it at 9pm every night, right before bed. My reasoning for this was that if I was "lucky" enough to be one of the women that experience side effects, I could sleep through them. Well guess who accidentally fell asleep early and forgot to take the first pill? THIS GIRL! Yes, possibly the most important thing ever, and I dropped the ball.
Needless to say the next morning, I was calling my Dr.'s office FREAKING. OUT. Thankfully, it worked out for the best because my Clomid Calendar was written out as if Thursday was the first day of my period. Since it technically didn't start until Friday, I was able to buy myself a day. Whoooo!!! So I took the pill that morning and every morning for the next 4 days. Believe it or not, I didn't have any symptoms! I was really shocked, but relieved.
Now my next step was to go in for another ultrasound on Tuesday August 5th, to make sure my follicles had grown large enough to prepare for ovulation. I was told that this ultrasound would be done by my Dr. instead of the nurse. So of course you get undressed from the waist down, and sit on the uncomfortable paper with a sheet over your lap. Aaaaaannnddd.....nobody came. I sat there for 28 minutes before the Dr. came in. I know this because the ultrasound machine had a clock on it. Do you know what it's like to sit half naked in a FREEZING, DARK, exam room with nothing but your thoughts for 28 minutes?? Not fun. Anyways, the Dr. finally came in and we got started. The goal was to get one follicle to at least 20mm. Seems simple enough, right? Haha, not with me. My right side was all under 10mm. Which was fine with me to be honest because I don't have a tube on the right side so if I ovulated, it would have been that much harder.
So then he checked my left side. The highest I had were 2 follicles at 17mm. Dang it. Nothing comes easy for me. So he told me to take an ovulation test Wednesday and Thursday morning. If I ovulated, I was to go ahead and take my Ovidrel shot. If not, I was to take the shot on Thursday night. Well of course, I didn't ovulate, so Thursday night I prepared for the shot.
I was a nervous wreck. Just as I was getting ready to stick myself in the stomach, I thought to myself "Hey! maybe I should numb myself first!" So I went and got an ice cube, and rubbed it on the spot for about 5-10min. Then without thinking about it too much, I jabbed in the needle. I didn't feel a THING! Brandon couldn't believe I had already done it, because I didn't yell or anything. It was super easy. About 10 min later, however, I looked down, and saw this:
Yuck! Not sure if it was a reaction from the ice contact, or from the injection itself, but thankfully it was gone by the time I woke up the next morning!
So the next step obviously was TIC, or timed intercourse. Nothing says romance quite like that, buddy! Something about being told you HAVE to at a certain time, regardless of work schedules, prior obligations, etc makes for a very interesting 2 days. I saw this on pinterest and it made me laugh SO HARD:
So once those 2 days were completed, began the dreaded 2 week wait. Right now i'm on day 8. Yesterday (Friday) I had to go get yet another round of bloodwork to test my progesterone. The nurse said it's to see how "good of an ovulation" I had this month.
My period is due to start on Thursday the 21st, which means I can start spotting anytime in the next few days. If my period DOESN'T start by then, I'm supposed to take a pregnancy test on Friday the 22nd.
With all of that being said, I'm over 100% positive that this Clomid cycle didn't work. You could say i'm just being hard on myself, or trying not to get my hopes up, but i'm just being realistic. Deep down, I know it didn't work. You know how you just know certain things, but you can't explain how or why you know them? This is one of those situations. I just know it didn't. Plus I'm getting symptoms from my Intersticial Cystitis, which I always get right before and after my period. But hey, it's just $650 down the drain. What's the big deal. (Sarcasm intended).
Most women stress over the 2 week wait, and stock up on pregnancy tests, and splurge on fun activities to keep their minds off of it. Wanna know what I've bought so far?? A box of tampons, and a package of pads. How's that for confident? But we'll see. I haven't decided what my next steps will be, but at least I know what to expect for my next round of Clomid if and when I decide to do it again.
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