I hate Clomid. I don’t hate that it makes me ovulate, I hate the side effects. It messes with me…emotionally, mentally, physically.
I really hope this round works. If it doesn’t…then we are going to be sent to a specialist. I really don’t want to go to a specialist. Specialist means money and we aren’t rich, we don’t live in a state where insurance is required to pay fertility treatments, and my insurance doesn’t pay very well for things in the first place (You would think a teacher would have good insurance, but nope).
Why does this have to be so difficult? Why?
I went back to work today. Just teachers but students signing up for school that starts Monday. One of my kiddos had a baby in March and I got to hold the baby while momma was doing paperwork. This little 4 month old was so precious with such dark eyes. I didn’t want to let go. I held her and played with her for about 15 minutes before I finally forced myself to hand her over to another colleague who wanted to hold her (who held her for about 3 minutes then passed her to another colleague who held her for about 5 minutes before giving her back to momma). I thought to my ovaries and uterus “hey ovaries and uterus please make one of these. Please”. Maybe holding her some of that baby magic will rub off on me?