Just me. It didn’t do anything weird or make me any meaner of a teacher than I have been already this week.
I say “Clomid twins” not because I’m trying to make twins. (Nooooo!) But because my neighbor, codename: Gwen, had to start taking Clomid yesterday, too. So every time I see her, we connect our Wonder Twin rings and activate our secret powers of womanhood. I always loved the Wonder Twins. I loved the absurdity of the fact that one of them could only turn into things made out of water. So to get out of a sticky situation, I think it was the girl, would have to say something like, “Form of: a dagger made of ice!” or “Form of: an ice rope!”
BTW, the Clomid is merely to “see how my ovaries respond.” I don’t really know WTF he was talking about, but I don’t think I’ll actually inseminate this cycle with the Clomid. I’m not sure I actually want to do that at this point. On the other hand, if he says we can try this month, I’ll probably be on board. I’m just doing everything the guy says, so I won’t have to go much longer on this damn ride. I’m car sick already.
In other news, I almost screwed up on part of my million-things-to-do-to-get-knocked-up list. I made the appointment for the HSG at the very last minute. Luckily, I did get an appointment within the alloted menstrual window. I’m getting it next Wednesday. Whew. I need a personal assistant.
I’ve heard bad things about the HSG, in my head it is the Home Shopping Getwork. I don’t really feel nervous about it. Yeah, it can be painful. But what is pain? If it is not chronic, it happens, then it is over. I have to take the day off from work, which means I only have 20 days left of school. I really don’t mind that, either. Plus the geek in me is dying to see how my real ovaries look. If that isn’t fodder for a poem, what is?