The Doctor came in and the ultrasound began. Immediately he saw a cyst, then another, then another and so on. He kept measuring the cysts and calling out numbers to the technician. I lost track after he measured the eighth one. It looked like a party going on down there and the only no show were my follicles. I guess my eggs just want to be fashionably late. Wish I could tell them to forget the mascara and lipstick and JUST SHOW UP.
Walking out of the ultrasound room with tears streaming down my face, I looked for the closest bathroom. I saw a room to the left towards the back of the building and walked in. I closed the door, grabbed tissues and looked around. The first thing I saw were boobs. Yes you read right, boobs. I had walked into the semen collection room. There were boxes filled with dirty magazines surrounding a red lounge chair. OMG!!! I heard myself laugh out loud. Accidentally walking into that room was the best thing I could have done for myself.
After crying a few more times at work the Doctor called. He was surprised that my progesterone levels were high and thinks I may have already ovulated while taking the Clomid. Since I don't have an exact CD1 he wants me to wait another week to see if I get my period. If I don't get my period, he's increasing my Clomid to 100mg and "making up" a new day CD1.
Long story short, unfortunately the first round of Clomid didn't work. However since I don't have a normal cycle we don't really know what happened. Crazy right?! So even though we've been trying for a year, I have to remind myself it's only been two weeks since we saw our amazing RE and received answers. I have to remain positive and most importantly, have hope.