CD5. Clomid Day 3.
Stuffed pig? Fat cow?
The abdominal bloating started on the first day I popped that magic pill. I got home from work and my jeans felt a little tight. So, I undid the button. Next, I unzipped them. Finally, I gave up and sat in my undies all night. I’ve done the same thing for the past 3 nights.
Tomorrow, I have a Christmas schmooze-fest with work clients to attend. I’m NOT looking forward to squeezing into business attire when I’ve gone from lulus to undies all weekend long.
Oh, hello ovaries!
For the first time in my life, I feel like I am constantly aware of the location of my ovaries. The bloating increases and decreases throughout the day. When it’s at its peak, my ovaries are almost tingly.
Try convincing two chihuahuas to NOT sit on their Mama’s lap. It hasn’t been going well.
Bring out the velociraptor
I had one grumpy episode yesterday morning and a complete melt-down this afternoon. Yesterday when my hubby was asking what was wrong with me, I told him to leave me alone because the velociraptor had arrived.
Where did velociraptor come from? I have no clue – except the image of a vicious dinosaur ripping the heads off anyone who pissed me off kept coming to mind. Yes, fertility drugs make you slightly crazy.
After this afternoon’s meltdown, I had a nap on the couch. I woke up to the smell of mint chocolate brownies. My husband is a freakin’ genius. Feed the velociraptor chocolate and she will be happy. On that note, I’ve also eaten way too much chocolate this weekend.
Overall, it hasn’t been horrible. The bloating is the most uncomfortable part. I’m hoping it goes down once I’m done the pills. Two more to go…
First follicle monitoring ultrasound is Friday. Come on ovaries! Show me the good stuff!