The good news:
On Monday I will visit Dr. Mug and learn my baby-making fate. I know that my tubes are clear. But I don’t know about my hormones or if I won the Clomid Challenge. (I once raced in the 5K “Corporate Challenge” and I can’t help but imagine the little hormones in running shorts and matching T-shirts every time I say that.) I hope his news is good.
The bad news:
Clomid. Clomid is bad news. I hope I never have to take it again. The bad news is that I probably will have to take it again.
The other bad news is that I think I’m going to be in South Carolina the next time I ovulate. I don’t think I can stand to wait another month to try again.