Last night when it started to hit again I asked my husband to sit down and just listen to me for a few minutes. I knew I had to explain to him, its been almost a year since we last used clomid, what I'm experiencing. Its in no way his fault. I willingly took the medications each morning. I know what I'm doing when I am on them but it doesn't mean I have to like the person it makes me change into. I really swear that there are two of me right now. There is the nice gentle me and the raging b*tch me that seems to take over in the evenings. The nice me gets pushed to the back and bullied to stay silent while the mean me just vomits horribly abusive words.
Maybe I should be tranquilized for the duration of this cycle?
The only good thing coming out of this so far is the pain I'm feeling in both ovaries. Oh yes I'm hopeful that I'm producing several follicles. If I produce two on my own without drugs then I can hope for four, right?
