I swear, blogging about a missing period has the same voodoo abilities as taking a pregnancy test. Hours after my last post, my cramps increased and my period showed her ugly face overnight, just in time for our 13 hour drive to Illinois for our friends' wedding. Thankfully my period was short lived; medium flow on Saturday for the wedding with spotting on Sunday for our drive back home.
The wedding was wonderful, full of good friends, lots of alcohol (not consumed by me of course,) a candy bar and lots of love. Like many friend groups, our small circle exploded all over the US after college, reaching from Pennsylvania to Mississippi to Missouri. We try to get together at least once a year, and having weddings certainly makes this easier. Besides myself, there are only two other women in our group (we all dated and ended up marrying engineers, not exactly a woman-driven field,) so naturally the talk turned to babies during the reception. It was actually a nice talk since one of the girls is dealing with PCOS as well, and the other has been in the loop with our reproductive worries since the beginning. It was easier to have a face to face discussion with them about how things are going instead of trying to explain everything over texts or emails. Apparently I've been nominated as the first in the group to pop out a kid and we've jokingly set our next get together as my baby shower.
I start Clomid tomorrow and I'm nervous. Nervous about the side effects, nervous about it not working, but honestly, more nervous about it working. As much as I want to get pregnant, I'm scared. Before, I thought that a positive test meant a take home baby, but unfortunately, this community has shown me that it doesn't always happen that way. But, before we get ahead of ourselves, let's complete step one. Here's to the Clomid crazies.