Yeah, so on a whim, and because I am all out of fucks to give, I took a pack of clomid this cycle. Just 50mg. I am still waiting to ovulate, and not even sure that I will, because I could land in the 25% of women for whom it causes annovulatory cycles, but whatever.
My beautiful daughter turns seven soon and like every mother, I think, I spent too many of her infant days in a daze of my own. She will likely be the only child I mother, and I have long accepted that I am lucky to have her in my life. I think that since Celine's passing, I have done a better job of being truly present in her life.
As for writing this post on NYE, well, my hopes for 2016 are probably much like some of yours. Drop a few pounds. Inhale less coffee. A personal wish for a D&C-free year would be lovely, and if the past few months are any indication, maybe that wish will be granted. So therefore, it seems odd I know, to down my stash of fertility drugs. And down them I will, I have two more packs to go, and will likely jack up the dose to 100mg next month. But then I think I will feel done. Here's hoping.
Catch you all next year.