Ding! – End of round 1

Well today marks the last day of my first round of drug taking.

For any of you not in the know, this is not something seedy, just the culmination of several years of waiting and pestering and waiting and pestering and finally getting somewhere in the saga of my lack of fertility.

I recently got a diagnosis of PCOS and after much pestering of the reluctant Wookiee, he got himself checked out and was given the all clear a couple of weeks ago. So I finally got my grubby mitts on the pills that are supposed to ‘sort me out’.

The pills in question are Clomifene Citrate (or just Clomid) and you only take 5 of them each month, on days 2- 6 of your cycle. Then you and your partner simply shag like rabbits take the time to get intimate during the month and see what (if anything) happens.

I still have to go for another blood test on the 21st day of my cycle. This is apparently because they don’t know what dosage they need to put me on. So they gave me what I assume is the ‘normal’ dosage and then they do a test to see if it’s right or not. I hope this is a fairly exact science, because you’re only supposed to take these things for 6 months, and what if it takes them that long just to get the dosage right, huh.

I’m sure it won’t be like that, I’m sure they know what they’re doing, but I have to have something to fret about, it’s just in my nature.

Then again, I could fret about all the possible side effects of this drug. Whooooeee, there’s some fun ones.

Weight Gain – and after the struggle I’ve gone through to lose all that weight *grr*

Visual disturbances – what like a punch up in the pub, oh, you mean blurred vision and the like, well why not just say that then.

Depression – cos we’re not depressed enough already due to being sub-fertile, lets throw an anti-happy pill into the mix, hee. (we're also apparently suddenly suffering from a multiple personality disorder aren't we, mmm, yes)

Hair loss – great, it’s not like I have tons of the stuff to start with. (for anyone who knows me and wants to dispute this statement, yes, I know it’s long and thick but redheads have the least number of actual hairs, so nyah)

Nervousness – what about, why, what are you saying, is there something you’re not telling me?

Hot flushes – so I’m trying to get pregnant but I’m going to feel like I’m going through the menopause.

Fatigue – and just how am I supposed to tell the difference, I’m a working woman with a life, I’m always fatigued.

Psychosis – well, really, or in Wookiee’s words: “How are we supposed to tell”, humph.

Now before you all start reassuring me, I know that there’s a slim chance of any of these happening to me, but it makes for fun blogging.