On the way to the RE’s office this morning I treated my PCOS-self to a delicious coffee drink at my local establishment. A full-throttle coffee drink. Full sugar and full caffeine. HOLYSHITBALLS. I arrived at the doctor’s office jazzed out of my mind. I think I talked more this morning then I have in the past two weeks. I’m naturally a reticent person. Pretty introverted and introspective, to boot. But not this morning. At one point, I felt solidly drunk. I got wrapped up in my purse strap and tripped. It was a scene.
As such, I donated some caffeinated, insulinated blood to the cause. I’m surprised it didn’t burn a hole in the vial. The RE also did another ultrasound to make sure my ovaries were all clear to start the Clomid. My Day 3 estradiol was 27 and my FSH was 8.8. Not a great number, but workable.
I popped the first 100 mg just a couple of minutes ago. I’m scheduled for another ultrasound on CD12, and if I have any ripe follicles we will trigger at that time.
And so it begins.