Raise your hands if you've ever hit the point in your current situation where you're out of tears, words, thoughts, and even prayers. **Now, before we get too far into this, I want you to know that I realize I've only officially been on the baby track for a few months. I realize that I don't have a right to be weary yet. I realize that there are people out there and people close to me that have it far worse than I do. People who have struggled for years with no baby. ** With all that being said / realized, here's the update on my current sitch:
I started Clomid last month. I took the medicine on the right days, had *fun* on the right days, and even hung upside down as suggested by a dear friend. (Shout out to Courtney!) I had my day 21 blood work done two weeks ago to find out if I ovulated. I took my day 28 pregnancy test to see if I had indeed been 'knocked up'. (Again, shout out to Courtney!) The test was a big negative. *Which by the way always ruins your day. Even if you're expecting a negative, something about it just puts me in a funk for the rest of the day.* I finally got the results back from my blood work on Tuesday of last week. The result: I did nothing. Well not exactly nothing, but as close to zero as you can get. A good progesterone level for women trying to conceive with the help of Clomid is 6 or higher. My progesterone level was .3. Not 3, but point 3. The sweet nurse could tell I was a little disappointed (to say the least!) and she was trying to be very positive and give me a pep talk. It was just a sad day.
The doctor plans to double the dose of Clomid to see if my ovaries will respond to that. Here's hoping!
Well this I-have-no-words post turned out to actually have a lot of words. And now I'm just adding words about words, so I guess it's time to go.
In brighter news, I'm going to be decorating for fall this week. Super happy about that! Stay tuned...
First came love. Then came marriage. Now we're working on the baby carriage.
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