I should have known better.
My new RE changed up the clomid routine, prescribing 100 mg daily from CD 5-9, as opposed to CD 3-7. I didn’t know how my body would react, so I started the OPK’s on CD 10 when my mucus became a bit less sticky and a bit more wet. As per our routine, and trust me, after 14 cycles of timed intercourse it has become a routine, we did the deed.
Our typical plan of attack is to have sex every other day until my OPKs turn positive. Or, in my case turn really-really-close-almost-as-dark-as-if-not-as-dark-as-the-test-line-positive. Well, to my surprise the test was super dark on CD 11. I got really excited and thought that perhaps the change in cycle days was going to result in a shorter follicular phase. So, we had sex again in anticipation of an early O. Sure enough, on CD 12 I got a positive. On this test the test line was as dark as the control line. For real. It isn’t an hpt. I have nothing to gain from misinterpreting an OPK. So, we had sex again.
It may not be a shock to learn that my temperature did not shift. Yet, my cervix was softening up and fluids were becoming more fertile. I was convinced I was going to ovulate on CD 13. A record for me! Through the evil veil of Clomid induced depression and anxiety I just KNEW that we needed to have sex or we would miss the O. Big Guy came home from work after working, I kid you not, a 17 hour day, and I promptly announced that we needed to have sex. He looked crestfallen and exhausted. And I began to sob uncontrollably.
I’m not an unusually emotional or irrational person. Except when I take Clomid. I told him that I needed him to look excited to have sex and not complain. I told him that this process was breaking me. I told him that I didn’t want to do this anymore. I told him that I wasn’t just breaking, but already broken. And then I cried myself to sleep.
So, we didn’t have sex. Fuck that drug.
I woke up the next morning filled with dread. Surely we missed it! But, alas, no thermal shift.
CD 14 through CD 18 went a bit like this: Negative OPK, fertile CM, Sex. Rinse. Repeat.
Finally, finally, FINALLY I got a nice positive OPK on CD 19. Right on track for a normal-to-me cycle. So, we had sex. I didn’t ovulate that day, so we had sex the next day. Rinse and repeat. It felt like we had sex eight million times, but really it was ten times in eleven days. It was a lot.