One year has passed. It is hard to believe. I expected to be expecting by now. I expected to be nearly due. I look forward toasted June and hope that it will be kind to me.
I am on my first cycle of clomid (50mg) and it seems to have made a significant change to my cycle length. You can take three cycles and then must take a break for two cycles, then can do three more with clomid, for a total of six. After that it likely isn't going to help if it hasn't already.
I believe that 35 days was possibly my norm, but since November 2010 I've been fighting long cycles (57 & 88 days). Well I'm happy to report that clomid has helped with ovulation on cd21 and I am now in the TWW - or in my case the ten day wait.
It is currently 7dpo and I don't feel much of anything at all out of the ordinary. I've been more hungry lately but I'm also counting calories and working out three days a week for the 8-Week Challenge at Golds Gym.
I don't remember much about my symptoms from last October other than I became suddenly tired. I think that was around 9dpo but I can't be certain. Here's hoping that in two days time I'm super sleepy by 8pm. I do remember being surprised that the HPT was a BFP, so maybe I'll be surprised again.
I've done all I can to help myself this time around. I've taken clomid, metformin, baby aspirin and now progesterone. And of course as always, prenatals.
I am the curious type and I think my BFP was around 10 or 11dpo, so I may start testing Wednesday but will not be getting my hopes up.
At the same time, I am conflicted and think to myself, "Do I really want to know early after what happened last time?" I sometimes think I'd rather not know until I'm farther along just to hopefully spare myself and DH the pain if something were to go wrong again. How nice it would be to find out at 8weeks.
But we all know that curiosity killed the cat. So I'll likely test and deal with whatever life passes to me.
If it is meant to be, it will be.
