Chin up.
No more tears (although plenty have been shed today; partly for the loss of something we never had [again], and partly for the OHMYGODTHESECRAMPSMIGHTKILLME pain).
Onto month #11 of this journey (my lucky number), and according to the little website where I've been tracking these things, if we were to conceive this go-around, Baby King would be due on St. Patrick's Day. That's gotta be a good sign, right?
Round 2 of Clomid will start Tuesday, this time doubling my dosage to 100mg/ day for 5 days. If I make it through this week alive (between the insomnia and burning-up-hot-flashes side effects), I'll consider it a success.
Here we go....
