Day 1

This is going to seem a little excessive to anyone that stumbles on this blog, but I want to track everything so here's to day one on Clomid. After taking the first pill I felt nausea and cramps within 2 hours. I could be imagining that though considering I am just getting over a UTI, I am on my period, and I seem to have a nasty cold. I have spent most of Dec. sick. That's not been fun by any stretch of the imagination, but it's still been a pretty good month.....so good that for the first time in a very long time I am having a hard time letting the season go. I am normally very much ready to get the decorations down and put away. I hate the clutter of it. Having a 1- almost 2-year-old though has made this Holiday season (starting back in October) especially magical. The only way it would have been more magical is if when I peed on that stick on 12/23 it turned positive (or the one on 12/24........or the one on 12/25). Instead, I started my period on Christmas day......lovely. It was very light though and so the nurse told me to count the next day, first day of heavy flow, as cycle day 1.

Nausea and cramps (for the most part) are gone now. I took the pill at 10 and it's 4:30 if that helps anyone that is interested in knowing the time frame. The cramps were never bad, but just regular. Of course, since having Victoria I haven't thought cramps hurt any where near as bad as they used to. Maybe that's what knowing the real pain of labor does or maybe she just changed things up in there. I just know I used to cry in pain and now I don't. I just wish I knew what was going on in there. Maybe after this first cycle I'll know more AND if it's not asking too much be pregnant as well:)

The beginning......kinda

I'm not sure where I am headed with this blog. I'm not really trying to get followers or do how-to's. I think this blog is more of an electronic journal of sorts along with some letters to my daughter. So here's to trying to keep up a blog:)

Sooo.....tomorrow I start Clomid. I never thought I would be here. I figured I would not be one of those women who got pregnant the first month of trying, but I never imagined that it would be this difficult. Every month I try to not get my hopes up, and every month I feel like a loser when my period starts. The longer it takes means the further apart my children will be and I don't like that either. I watch my little girl play "Mommy" to her little babies and I just hope against hope that this will be the month I can finally start growing her little brother or sister. I hope that she will still be in the phase by the time a little one finally comes along. I have high hopes that we will conceive the first month. I hate to have such high hopes, and I try not to, but there's no one to lie to here so what's the point? My husband is actually going out of town 2 days that we are supposed to bd as well, so that doesn't help any. I gave him a piece of my mind for that, but it's for work and I really shouldn't complain about it. I'm too nervous to be really excited and that doesn't really help matters either. Anyway, crossing my fingers.