I had it all planned.
This post was going to be a hilarious catalogue of my clomid-induced symptoms. I was going to make you laugh, cry and maybe do an involuntary splurt.
But it is not to be.
I mean, it isn't that I'm not sensitive to the odd orally-administered hormone-heavy drug. I wasn't a fan of Provera but I suppose it did take me a few weeks for me to react. Maybe as I am only on day three out of five I haven't had enough time to process the drugs. But regardless I feel pretty good, or pretty normal anyway.
I must confess I'm a little disappointed.
Side-effects from the provera and coil were worrying as I was on them for so long and feared I would have to put up with the nausea for months on end. But I was rather looking forward to a few outward manifestations of my clomid consumption, because that would have proved that it was doing something. Proof that my ovaries were gearing up for a bumper harvest.
But nothing. I'm no more sleepy, grumpy, dopey, sicky, fighty or weepy than usual. In fact none of the seven dwarves have taken up residence under my skin.
Still two more days to go.