I have spent a lot of time over the past few days fretting about how my doctor proposed maybe considering Clomid for the next cycle if this one doesn’t work. I think this one will work, right? There are a lot of variables that have changed: new donor, HSG test, two inseminations this month (one today, one tomorrow, yay!), and ever-lowering prolactin levels. Good for pregnancy odds, not so good for a controlled study, I guess. Nonetheless, I feel like “considering Clomid” is hanging over my head like a dark cloud.
Yesterday, I confessed to my wife that I was worried about this. I don’t want to try medication, yet, I told her. It made the already-awful HSG test worse to have it popped on me while I was still bleeding on the x-ray table that we had to start thinking about fertility meds.
“Well, honestly. I don’t think she needs to keep bringing it up. If we wanted Chlamydia, we’d ask for it, right?” my wife said.
“What? What’s that? What’s Clomid?”
“That’s the medication. The medication is Clomid. Chlamydia is an STD.”
“Oh, right. Clomid, then. Whatever, the logic still stands.” The woman has a good point.