Today was no fun. At all. I was off today to go to Dr. Dulaney's office to see if the 100 mg of Clomid did its work. I started off the day after a not so restful nights sleep. I tossed and turned all night because I was burning up! Austin joked this morning that it must have been because I was "cooking eggs." My appointment was at 9:45 and for some reason, I had it in my head that I needed to leave by 8:45. Umm, Memphis is an hour and a half away. I didn't think about this until I was in the car leaving. So, knowing I was going to be late, I called the office and they were, thankfully, really cool about it.
I finally made it there and as soon as I sat down, not one...not two...but THREE very newborn baby boys came in with their glowing post-partum mommies. And when I say newborn, I mean very newborn. The mommas were still having lots of trouble sitting down. I had phantom pains when they did. Ouch. So I just stared straight at the floor until my name was called. It was a long 45 minutes.
The appointment was routine. The medicine did not seem to have had any more effects than the last round. The last round's effects being very minimal and obviously unimportant as I am not currently pregnant. It looks like I have one egg that may or may not do anything. It is on the small end of what they hope to see, but at least its something. She did give me the Ovidrel shot to take again on Wednesday so we'll try that again. I called my family and husband and grumbled and groaned. They were sweet and helpful. Thanks family...you're the best. Austin said that we'd just keep on taking ovulation tests and hope for the best. I feel okay about it now. Several hours ago, I was not okay, but after leveling off, I think I'm gonna be okay.
Going through all of this crazy business trying for another baby, I now realize just what an amazing miracle my Andrew really was. I am keeping my fingers crossed for another one just like him. Precious angel.