2002-11-25 - 11:11 a.m. - Cycle day: 6

I'm such a bad little monkey. I'm brazenly disobeying doctor's (nurses's?) orders and only taking 50mg of Clomid. They made it way too easy for me - the prescription came in ten 50mg pills, so it's not like I even have to chop them in half. I can just take the single pill dosage like I did last month. And if it doesn't work, I've got another month's supply at the ready. Sidenote: why did five pills cost me $30, and ten pills cost me $36? I should have just requested a 150mg dosage and saved myself fifty bucks.

There's not much other news to report. I was knocked out by a hormone headache for most of the weekend and The Husband was working, so I basically spent the last few days watching TV shows I taped the week before and taking hot baths. Babydancing season is approaching, so I'm trying to get myself back in that constantly romantic mindset. I did the math, and it looks like my fertile period should be just before we leave for our holiday travels, so that's a good thing. I was not relishing the idea of getting busy at the in-laws'.

I talked to my mom yesterday and she was giving me her usual dose of grandchild guilt. I said something to the effect of "Maybe you'd have better luck with the daughter who hasn't been told she's infertile by every doctor she's seen since she was 19." That quieted her down a bit, although she did throw in a "They didn't say infertile; they just said it might be difficult." Sigh. If she only knew.

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