The longest 3 days of my life followed. I counted down every minute. Finally I went for the test and waited, and waited………..the count was down. I sobbed for 3 hours. By the time my husband came home from work, he found me crumpled up on the bed and totally exhausted. I spent the whole weekend crying and wishing time away so I could start the next cycle of treatment!.
So…back to those nasty pills called Clomid ……The hormone boost into my body made me crazy. I suffered terribly from hot flushes and had lots of sudden, tearful outbursts. One night, when I was driving home from work, I missed the off ramp to my house and I had to take the next one. It is only 2km further and really no hassle at all but by the time I got home, I was sobbing. Another time, our dog, Guinness, was lying on the couch with me when my husband came into the lounge. Guinness got up and moved to lie with my husband and I cried because the dog loved him more that it loved me! Luckily, Steve was not one to get easily flustered so he took all of this craziness in his stride. I was advised not to take Clomid for more than 6 months before returning to the doctor and so when that amount of time had passed, I went back to the doc. By now I was beginning to feel a little panicked and a little worried that things might not be all smooth in the future. The doc suggested a sperm test for Steve and finally I felt a bit of relief. The spotlight would be off me and on him just for a while.