Clomid round 1 was a fail. AF showed her pretty little face yesterday. I’m heartbroken. But mostly I’m pissed at my body for not doing what it’s meant to.
The doctor called me in another rx of Clomid, double dosage from last month. I’m at Rite Aid just now getting it filled and while I’m there I pick up some opks, preseed and primrose oil. The cashier notices these things… This is our convo:
Cashier: “Good luck”
S: “Thanks, I need all the luck I can get.”
C: “Yeah, some people are just pregnant like that.” Snaps fingers.
S: “I hate those people.”
C: “Well you can hate me, my husband looks at me and I get pregnant.”
S: Rolls eyes & grunts. “I wish that was my problem, it’s been a year.”
C: “Oh that’s not bad!”
S: Rolls eyes & grunts. “I guess not.”
REALLY LADY? GO JUMP OFF A BRIDGE. Not only am I hormonal and on my period but I am heartbroken and pissed. Screw you and your fertility.
I am not okay. And right now, that’s okay. Tomorrow I will put my big girl panties on and suck it up. I’d love to say “I Quit” this roller coaster ride but I can’t. Because I want a child and I will do whatever it takes to have one.
Bring on the Clomid.