Well round two was a bust. Of course my body waited the FULL TWO WEEKS before I began surfing the crimson... stoopid. Upon discovering that the second insemination hadn't taken, I call up the doc to discuss the clomid. YAY CLOMID!!! :P
I started on 50 mg thanksgiving weekend. When I went in for my day 12 ultrasound there was no sign that the drug had worked. I wondered how that was going to go, being that I never ovulate before day 20 anyway. When I mentioned this, Dr. Haaamoood said nobody ovulates that late and I must be getting false positives on the test. I came back with a "well... after a positive test on day 24 I was inseminated then got pregnant...." So what do you have to say to THAT sucka!?! He concluded that I am 1 out of 100 women who ovulate that late in the blessed cycle. Thank you.
What with the late ovulation and all, he wanted me to come back on day 16 to see if there were any follicles developing. So, back on day 16 to have my hoo-haw violated once again. And once again, no sign of ovulation. It was decided that we needed to double up the clomid. yikes.
They used to have you wait until your next cycle to up the dose, but apparently that's the old way of doing things. They gave me a prescription for 100mg of clomid that I was to start taking that day. May I say, I am the beast from hell. I have ZERO patience. ZERO when I am on that shiz. Then after I'm done taking it, I dive in to this pit of depression for a few days. Then I'm an emotional hurricane. Then the hot flashes start. It's no good. I'm lucky the Tim hasn't moved out yet.
They scheduled an appointment for me to come back 10 days later for another ultrasound. The doc said not to worry about taking the ovulation tests until then. "Then" being Monday the 21st. Well, the 21st would be day 27, and I thought if I waited until then to test that it would be too late, I would have already ovulated and missed my chance this month to try again. Soooo..... I randomly took the tests anyway.
Good thing I did. Friday night I got a positive. Saturday morning I called. After much discussion about the clomid and crappy previous ultrasounds they told me I had 45 minutes to get myself there.
I pulled Alyssa out of the tub, threw a hat on her dripping wet hair, called the great and wonderful auntie Tam and dropped off Alyssa. I picked up the Tim and we were off.
The ultrasound showed one egg on the left side and one on the right, with a possible second on the right, leaving a 5-10% chance of twins, if it works. I want it to work. It has to work. For so many reasons, it NEEDS to work!
We're down to our last vial of swimmers. THE LAST vial of our donor available. Can't get any more from him. And HE was the ONE.
Yesterday I was nervous. Today I feel pretty good. This will work, third time's a charm. Right?
