My period has arrived.
This cycle clocks in at 34 days. Which isn't bad at all as far as sort of, kinda, getting sorta regular goes.
It means that the sexcapades didn't work but I pretty much knew that already.
And if you are thinking "At least you didn't waste your pregnancy test" you'd be wrong. Because, of course, my period only decided to appear at 10.27am. Giving me just enough time to have a modicum of hope.
Despite being 93% convinced I wasn't pregnant it was still a bit of a kick in the guts.
Actually it was a massive kick in the guts, and it is still kicking. I've necked a bunch of pain killers then, once I've finished this bowl of hot chocolate, I'll head back to bed for a couple of hours. Hence the somewhat uninspired post, I can't actually think, let alone pull together a rip-roaring tale of blood and guts.
And tomorrow I will start back on the clomid.
Let IUI cycle 2 begin.