First of all, thank you all for the kind and supportive words this weekend. It was definitely a rough one, but I seem to be on my way out of the hellishness.
Now, as a preface, my husband is incredibly supportive, and very tender-hearted, but sometimes dudes say things that are a little, shall we say, dumb. At the high point of my wailing and gnashing of teeth on Saturday, the dearling asked, “how much of this do you think is the Clomid?” I think Satan himself emerged from some dark hole in the depths of my soul to shriek “I HAVEN’T STARTED THE CLOMID!” Poor guy. He just knows that I get super crazy when I’m on it, and of course, dudes don’t really get when in the cycle which pill gets taken, and when that induces the craziness (I tend to get far crazier AFTER the Clomid, rather than while I’m on it). Looking back, I think this is kind of hilarious, but during the meltdown, it was a little rough.
CD 39, started the Provera yesterday. Let’s see when Auntie friend shows up.