I was expecting a weekend of waterworks. I thought a higher dosage of Clomid would send me over the border into Crazytown (not to be confused with that kickass band, Crazytown, with that super sexy song about butterflies…dear God, please tell me these people understand sarcasm…) but, nothing. I had a few mini-moments where I almost cried, but that’s kind of standard for me anyway. There were no major meltdowns, no panic attacks, nothing. In fact, I spent the weekend in a pretty good mood and got a lot done. Maybe 100 mg was just the right concoction for my innards.
I’ve always viewed side effects as a sign that things were working. I hope that a lack of side effects (besides some cramping) doesn’t mean that it’s NOT working.
In other news: I woke my lazy-ass up at 545 and went to the gym! Progress, people, progress. I also weighed 10 lbs. less than I thought I was going to, so I’m feeling pretty good today. I’ve already exercised and the eating has been healthy and low-glycemic (well, low-ish. Peaches aren’t really, but I figured a peach on my oatmeal was better than brown sugar). Here’s hoping that I can keep this up.