On Mother's Day I had a visit from my Aunt.  Not one of my mother or father's sisters, but the one that requires that I feel awful and crampy for a few days.  I knew she would be showing up because my chart told me so, but I was still a little annoyed at her insistence on showing up on a day to celebrate motherhood.  She mocked me with cramps and bloating.

Where is a good gluten free brownie when you need one?

I wasn't feeling very hopeful this cycle for a number of different reasons so I was already thinking about what to do next.  I prayed about it every night.  I asked God to help me hear Him.  I needed to hear what path He wanted me to take.  I don't know that I ever had an a-ha moment or heard the voice of God, but as Doug and I were on a quiet drive to get loaded up on caffeine at our neighborhood Starbucks (20 miles away) the question rolled out of my mouth without a twinge of sadness.  Without any regret.  Without any doubt.

"What are your thoughts on trying Clomid again this cycle?"

Without any hesitation, Doug shared that he wasn't opposed to it.

So we continued on our way about 2/10th of a mile closer to our caffeination destination.  It was done.  It was decided.  We would try this again.

Tomorrow I will be going for my baseline ultrasound where they will check to make sure that I don't have any cysts.  Then, if all goes smoothly we are going to take clomid.  Even though I already ovulate, the goal is to produce and extra egg so that with 2 targets to shoot for, double the chances of getting pregnant.  It is a roller coaster, but I am feeling good about it.

So hang on tight!  Here we go again!  As always, I appreciate prayers and positive thoughts.  For those who are pregnant, I have a baby dust collection point below.  Just place your baby dust on the screen in the designated area.  

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