Cycle Day 4 

I took my first Clomid yesterday.  2 50 mg pills.  I went upstairs to get them at exactly 10 O’ Clock.  I found them right were I left them.  In the never used guest bathroom, the one that is always clean, and has no cutter.  I popped them out of their bubble wrap onto the very clean bathroom counter.  I put them in the palm of my had and very carefully carried them in my palm down the stairs to the kitchen.  Holding them as if they were my very babies, little round white babies.  To me it felt like I was holding hope right there in my palm.  I downed them with a little juice and then decided I should stay up and see how they affected me.

I was waiting for searing headaches or nausea or a sudden burst of tears.  By 2 am when I still wasn’t feeling anything I decided to go to bed. 

This morning I am still not feeling anything which I am happy about.  Last night I read a comment by a Clomid user somewhere, she said that if she could have surgically removed her own head she would have.  The headache was THAT bad!  Oh my holy hell.  I hope that doesn’t happen to me.  If it does, I decided I will just go straight to bed, no matter what time it is and even if I haven’t fed my husband yet.  Going to bed will also be what I do if I seem to suffer from the extreme moodiness and emotionality that has been virtually promised to me by the handy insert and dozens of online TTCers.

We shall see how it goes at precisely 10 O ‘Clock tonight when I take some more.