A-Clomid-ing we (may) go. So my whatchamacalit levels are too low currently and I have a followup with the esteemed Dr. P in a few weeks to discuss the Clomid thing. Every time I type “Clomid” I want to type “Clorets.” In the meantime, I’m going to stick to Metformin as it supposedly may help as well. I’m not extreeeemely abby-normal so maybe that stuff will fix the issue.
And when Gene and I discussed Clomid, all he heard was the higher chance of multiples (twins, triplets, etc). I discussed it with my mom and she’s pretty convinced I’ll take this stuff and end up with 6 babies. I feel very disappointed that this is coming up, that we may end up with some extra help for Plan B. All of this worrying may be for nothing, I know, and comparatively speaking, I feel very fortunate to know there is a tinny little issue now instead of a year from now (ugh, all those wasted pregnancy tests…). Plenty of women take Clomid for awhile and end up with totally normal, singleton, pregnancies – something like half end up conceiving within 90 days of taking it. (It may be more, I’d have to check).
And before I sign off and go to bed, I present a short list of things I do not need to hear:
1) “What the hell will you do with 6 babies?” Well, ha ha, I will try to find good homes for them. Ha ha.
2) “This is your own damn fault for stressing about this!” Oh, SHUT UP.
3) “Actually, stop stressing at all!” Oh, double shut up.
4) “You have bad voodoo on yoo from buying all that baby stuff!” Ugh.