Bloodwork Results

I need to start doing something on this blog other than whine. I will have to dig down deep and find my funny bone. Or something.

So I went to the doctor on Monday to have my Day 21 b/w done, but it was clear as day from my chart that ovulation hadn't occurred, so I don't know what they thought they were going to find. But I went to prove that, hey, this Clomd stuff, not so much with the working.

Today is CD 24 and I called to see how the b/w went, and the nurse said I had a progesterone level of (gee now I've forgotten if she said .7 or 7, but she said it was pretty low and although they had seen women get pregnant on that and not to give up hope, it was unlikely). She also said (hee, hee, snort, chuckle) if I didn't get my period by CD 28 I should call them so we can kick start a new cycle and up the Clomid to 100 from 50. I almost passed out - does she really expect my period just to naturally float down from above in the NEXT FOUR DAYS should I not be pregnant from the magical elixir of Clomid? SERIOUSLY?

I asked how long because I wanted to know, oh how long do we ride this out for? Day 40? Day 60? Day 71 (which is how long I waited last time before taking progesterone)? And then she says Day 28, like my cycle has a teeny, tiny hope of being in the realm of normal. I may have to call back and check with the doctor on that one. Also I haven't talked to the hubs about this, we were supposedly taking a break in May, but that was based on the assumption that Clomd would do its job, my ovaries would do their jobs, and we would have at least had an all systems go signal at some point. Which we have not. Because neither the Clomid nor my ovaries are currently capable of doing their freaking jobs. Like, at all. Now when my husband looks at my chart he makes a little sad noise, like, oh, that doesn't look good at all (even though he really doesn't know what it's supposed to look like, he's always asking me what it's supposed to mean). Anyway, enough bitching about poor little me.

The good news (ha!) is that I have to have some major dental work done this summer, and it looks like that is going to happen uninhibited. I grind my teeth, like a lot, to the point that when I wake up my jaw hurts. Obviously I got a nightguard to deal with this problem, but before we caught it I ground off and broke like two molars. And they want to take my wisdom teeth out! And...you know, whatever else. I just told them to do it all while I'm on drugs and tell me about it later. Joyous!

Okay I'm searching myself for something not too depressing and not too whiny to share. Easter is coming! That's a good one. I got the hubs a little basket with a toy car and some candy and stuff he likes. Plus we are going to boil and then decorate some eggs on Saturday like little kids. I know that Jesus is the reason for the season, but I do like that bunny as well. He's more sugar oriented than even Santa, and that's good enough reason for me to like him.