Seven hours after taking what I'm now pretty sure is Clomid (Clinical research study, but I think that the drug that I was assigned was Clomid. Femara didn't make me this miserable.) I'm a weepy, emotional mess. My head is pounding. I'm running from insanely hopeful to depressingly hopeless in under an hour.
I thought that it was bad at 50mg. 100 mg is making me jealous of the dead.
I'd better get a baby out of this.
I thought that it was bad at 50mg. 100 mg is making me jealous of the dead.
I'd better get a baby out of this.






