I have been living my life in two week chunks since January…waiting to ovulate and then waiting and praying that we were finally pregnant.
I thought that this month would be easier.
I thought that with the drugs and the IUI, I would feel like we were more in control of things.
I was wrong.
The Clomid has thrown off my cycle a bit and it’s delaying my ovulation.
So, each morning, I wake up and hope that we get that happy face on the ovulation predictor kit and for days now, it’s been negative.
And I feel powerless.
There is nothing that I can do but wait until I get the positive result so we can schedule our IUI.
So I wait…so that I can just wait some more.
The Clomid headache is relentless and I’m so bloated that I look four months pregnant.
And I find myself echoing my daughter’s words on a long road trip…
“Are we there yet?”
I really need to find a way to distract myself.