The one where reality sets in
I caved. I said I wouldn't. I said I'd make Dr. P be the one to test, but it's a damn long time until 4pm!
I can't say that I'm surprised with what my bleary eyes saw, or rather didn't see. I knew there was no way possible what with the whole forgettable sex that I now question the presence of. In fact, I'm pretty sure we didn't. But as I said, neither one of us knows that for sure. Maybe I should start marking a calendar with that information, "June 9, boring sex." I mean, I'm really good about remembering the good stuff, so I think I'll only mark when it's less than stellar. Which of course never happens when trying to make a baby.
The moral of today's story could very well be "don't give in--make the doctor do the testing!" Of course, now I have to tell him that I have this boob pain that I never have with my period, and I have my period but not really since it's been entirely spotting since Tuesday with Thursday being the only day with even the presence of red. Fun. But as long as it doesn't prevent him from prescribing the Clomid, we're good.
