I had the pleasure of a visit with the dildocam yesterday morning. Actually, I can’t even be sarcastic about that little bugger, because it was kind to me for a change—revealing a fantastic view of a cyst-free left ovary. We are back in business.
I’m about to take my 2nd 100 mg dose of clomid. As I was walking away after paying for it at Target yesterday, the pharmacist called out, “Good luck!” I hadn’t even spoken with her other than to say good morning, hand over the prescription and swipe my debit card. It made me feel really good.
Catch and I seem to be on the same page this cycle. We both have a good feeling. I’m almost afraid to write that lest I jinx it, but something just feels different this time.
You know my thing about the number three, and I can’t overlook that this will be our third cycle. It also happens to span our 33rd birthdays. BOTH of them. Catch is next week, and mine is June 2nd. It seems like the odds of all of those threes coinciding are pretty slim—maybe as slim as the odds of getting pregnant on any given cycle—and yet here they are.
I go back for a follow up scan on Thursday. We’re going to do an HCG trigger again this cycle, and I imagine our inseminations will be sometime around the 21st.
So that’s where we stand. I’m trying to keep my chin up and stay positive. I promised Catch that I’d mind my karma this cycle and refrain from rolling my eyes or painting imaginary targets on pregnant women. I think I can, I think I can, I think I can...