So I keep meaning to mention this but, of course, consistantly forget. While I’m sitting still for three-seconds… (dang, I got caught up in VH1’s I :heart the 80’s: 3D there for a minute) I’m going to bring it up.

I started Clomid on Monday. Yep. Monday. So I’m nearing the end of my Clomid-run and so far so good. Only a slight nagging headache. Which hearing some of the stories some women have about Clomid, I could myself very lucky. But the point here is: this is it. Of course, if this cycle doesn’t work, we will try again.

Moreso, this is where the rollercoaster starts. We’re chugging up that steep incline right now… maybe we’ll get lucky and reach the top quickly but it may take some time/months to get there. And then? The “fun” begins.

This is our last turn on the roller coaster if we fail yet again. If we’re sucessful, maybe we’ll try again. But there’s such a feeling of finality here. And I feel so nervous. I’m trying not to think about it, because I know being nervous and uptight is the last thing I need when riding the TTC Train.

Anyhow, I’m not making any sense, even to myself. I keep drifting off and watching VH1. Damn, I suck. Anyhow. Commence obsessing.