Saturday, September 20, 2014
Clomid is Satan
We can't even tell if my cycle ended or if it's still going. Do you remember all that hope and joy at how wonderfully my cycles were going this summer? How after months and months of working with a variety of NaPro protocols (read: ALL OF THEM), that we had finally started to see some amazing outcomes after almost 2 years of treatment...?
Yeah. That. That's all dead now.
All that's left now is the highspeed trainwreck that is clomid for me. It destroys everything. And at this point we think it caused a cyst from all of this ridiculous pelvic pain I've had all month long. Now I can't even eat more than two bites of food without feeling uncomfortable. And yes, the pregnancy tests continue because we don't want to miss the possibility of something ectopic in case that's *also* happening.
Why is it that right when I began to hope again that the medicine that was supposed to help us destroyed everything? How is that even remotely fair?
I don't know how much more fight I have in me after this ridiculousness.
And it's not even over yet...
St. Gerard, pray for me because I'm a whining ungrateful mess over here and I need a spiritual slap in the face.