Yesterday my ovaries hurt. A lot. All day, both sides. I kept noticing them, couldn’t ignore the persistent ache.
And then my temperature took a big jump this morning. And I got excited. I went to the clinic wondering what the ultrasound might show. Yesterday was our anniversary. An anniversary baby. Wouldn’t that be wonderful.
I told the tech about my pains and the temp jump as I settled in. “Let’s see what’s happened,” she said. We exchanged smiles.
Then silence, except for the beeping as she took photo after photo of my utterly, entirely, completely unchanged ovaries and the follicles stagnant at 11, 10, 9.
She told me before I saw my doctor, so I had time to berate myself. Clomid makes your temperature go up- I knew that, but I didn’t want to see it. I felt so foolish for getting my hopes up, and Q’s.
My fs in a last-ditch effort has given me another two days at 150mg. So it’s back in on Friday, and then if that doesn’t work, it’s injectibles. She doesn’t want to attempt another cycle starting with a higher dose of Clomid- it clearly isn’t doing anything for me.
I’m really gutted by this.
And my stupid ovaries still hurt.