Ahh...that tiny little pill

Last time we chatted I was informed I would no longer be able to take the fertility drug clomid because of a very itchy rash. So onward we shall go into the saga of the homeless sperm.



We'll back up just a tiny bit and talk about the 2 times I was allowed to take clomid and how exactly it works. The instructions will vary from Doctor to Doctor and patient to patient, but for me it went something like this... Three days after Aunt Flo came for a visit I was to start popping my pills. One per day for something like five days. Then you break out the handy dandy calender to see just when you are "allowed" to attempt procreation. I say allowed because you sure don't want to waste any of that precious salmon as my husband fondly refers to it. And of course because the Doctor gave us a "prescripted schedule". This meant I had to count out the days until my ovulation should occur, count backwards like 4 or 5 days and starting from there make the salmon home as inviting as possible, but only every other day. Then the sticking truly begins in earnest. Hey hey hey, get your minds out of the gutter. I'm talking about blood tests of course. Twice per cycle, once to see if you ovulated and once to see if you were successful. And let me tell you how much you hope Aunt Flo is going to be gone for a long time.



So this gives us an idea of how things started out. In my next post I'll talk about how my first round of clomid went. Hopefully this will help anyone out there who is going through the same frustrations as us. Please tune in later this week and we'll finish up the clomid business.