It's none of your business, damnit!

Ok. Fine. I give up. I will just accept the fact that whenever there is a pregnant woman, an infant, a child or a crib or a stroller (whether it be on t.v., real life, or referred to) someone, without a doubt will say, "So when are guys going to have kids?". Well, gee- since it's a really personal thing, lets just go ahead and discuss it right here and now. In public. Since, it's NONE OF YOUR BUSINESS, I'd be more than delighted to share the real reason we haven't had any yet!
I don't ovulate regularly.
I get cysts.
I have endometriosis.
I need to have surgery. Again.

With the news that I am for certain not ovulating, I have to take the 'next step' in the world of TTC (Trying To Conceive- you will learn a lot from this, I promise!). I have been charting my temperature daily, keeping track of intercourse, scrutinizing my cervical mucus every time I go pee and taking hormones to stimulate the ovaries. Hormones. Raging, crazy and angry hormones. The side effects include mood swings. blurred vision. increased risk of multiples (ie, twins). dizziness and mood swings. Oh, please don't forget the fact that I am breaking out all over my face. My cervical fluid is non-existent, and I get ridiculous hot flashes. Hot flashes that cause me to sweat like a cold cocktail in the hot sun. Hair soaked, dripping, clothes wet kind of hot flashes. Did I mention I get mood swings?

I wake up every morning, reach for the thermometer and try not to fall asleep with it in my mouth while I take my BBT (Basal Body Temperature) and then try to memorize the four digits until I have am able to get to the computer to chart it.

Every time my cycle begins (1st day of period) I have to send a copy of my chart to my doctor, who in turn calls me to discuss the 'phases' and determine when, and if, I am ovulating.
based on the chart, he calls in Clomid to my pharmacist- and I take a 50mg dose on days 5-9 of my cycle. Well, this week The Doc Man decided that it is time to take the next step- double dose of Clomid. Please tell me I will not get double the hot flashes. Please, please tell me I will not get twice as many zits. Please for the sake of my marriage, friendships and sanity tell me that my mood swings will not double.

Hopefully, I will soon be complaining about sleepless nights, drippy boobs and wet diapers.

Aren't you glad you asked?