Thursday, August 14, 2008

A fistful of clomid

We went back to the fertility clinic yesterday for a review appointment. Not much to report, really. This month was my second round of clomid. The first round was 50mg for five days. It was hard going to say the least. I'm not usually much of a PMT sufferer, but I was transformed into the anti-Christ for at least a week while on it. Poor old J was furtively checking for the "666" behind my ear when I was asleep. At the end of it all, bloods were taken and both oestrogen and progesterone were down on the previous month. Not going according to plan at all.



I phoned the consultant, and she said it was time to double the dose. So last month I took 100mg for four days. This time I took at last thing at night rather than first thing in the morning. All went ok until the last night, when I didn't sleep well, and again I was like a demon all weekend as a result. So yesterday, when the consultant said she was putting me on 100mg for seven days, J and I exchanged glances of dread. J started miming the shower scene from Psycho when the doctor's back was turned, and I have to admit it did make me crack a smile. If you didn't laugh you'd cry.



So this weekend, it's clomid time once more. Added to that, we have visitors. Pregnant ones. Well I mean the wife is pregnant, eight months at that. So although they are not ones to bring up the pregnancy and shove it in our faces, you can't really ignore the elephant in the room (no offense sister in law, I wasn't talking about you!) So it'll be a tough one.

15 comments:

Martin said...

Clomid makes you a tad grumpy?

Mentally scratching that off ETs list then...

Good luck with the visitors, all I can say is SNAP!

Jane G said...

Contrary ould wagon would be a better description! It looks like I have a reprieve for this month. Talked to consultant this morning, and I have to lay off the meds for this month since I'm having the laparoscopy this day week. So I'll be happyish camper Jane this month instead of she devil Jane. Another month whizzing by though...

Liz said...

I've heard this about clomid. A friend (in the real world) told me that its a really passion killer but you have to force yourself cause that's the whole point. Sounds like hell.

Good luck with the laparoscopy, I'll be checking in to see how it goes.

Martin said...

Jesus that sounds desperate, we don't need passion killers in fairness!

Sorry you are pissed about the time passing, but the lap is a positive thing yeah? in the general scheme of things of course, I know it's not someones idea of fun.

Jane G said...

Yeah I suppose it's a good thing to get the lap done, another thing to strike off the list as it were. I just hope the bloods start improving soon.

Martin said...

yeah absolutely, so it's now wait for the lap before they make any calls on the drugs & bloods?

Jane G said...

Yeah, I'll get the lap done, still have the bloods done this month, and have the hcg injections on 3,5,7 & 9 dpo. I doubt if we'll get the green light at the end of it, since it will be a clomid free month. So we're looking at October at the earliest to be allowed to try again, that's if the bloods are up to scratch.

Ho hum. Anyone know of a nice planet we could move to between now and Christmas? One that supports both human and feline life so that all the family can go?

Martin said...

Jesus, it's a real disappointment to hear 'October' I'd say.

But hold tough, we're nearly in September.

This might be a stupid question, or at least insensitive, but when you say not allowed to try, I'm presuming you mean unprotected.

How tempted are you to try anyway?

(sorry if those questions are ridiculous)

Jane G said...

Yes, trying as in actively trying unprotected. Up until now, I was not in the least bit tempted, but I'm beginning to be. But the thoughts of another loss is just too much to contemplate.

This is beginning to feel like the reproductive equivalent of Mayo winning the All Ireland Final. We keep getting to Croke Park (ie, up the duff) but never get to bring home the cup. Maybe if we have a boy we should call him Sam! (For non Irish readers, the name of the All Ireland gaelic football trophy is the Sam Maguire Cup, and my home county of Mayo haven't won it since 1952, despite getting to the final several times)

Martin said...

that must be very hard, wanting to try, but afraid to.

maybe mayo should focus on the hurling ;0)

Jane G said...

My hubby reckons we haven't learned about the use of tools north of Galway!

I live in Tipp so I get enough of the hurling down here!

Martin said...

Tipp eh... we are practically neighbours!

If I still was at home I mean.

Jane G said...

The plot thickens! C'mon, spill, where are you from?

Martin said...

hahaha, well that depends on what part of Tipp really.

Technically Cork, but more detail will have to be in an email lest google out me to everyone back home lol

Jane G said...

Emailed you!