Sunday evening, I finally put away Owen's things in the box. In went the pregnacy tests, ultrasound pictures, and my pregnancy diary. It's taken me a while to put them away, but I felt like it was the right thing to do at that point, since I started clomid on Monday. I like to have fresh starts before each round of meds - I don't like to linger on things when I'm starting a new cycle.
Monday started the new round of 200 mg clomid (4 pills), dexamethasone 2mg (2 pills), metformin 500mg twice a day (2 pills, but only doing one right now), baby aspirin (1), prenatal vits (1), and eventually adding the progesterone hopefully if I ovulate. I am so glad that this is the last time I'm taking clomid. I am sick of taking it, and it makes me feel bad. Hot flashes, moody, and just plan icky.
Yesterday, one of my co-workers started to have contractions at work. They weren't regular but intense. She ended up leaving a bit later and going to the doctor. I started thinking about having to call the husband, and then the rest of the family, and all the anticipation and excitement. I was reminded of that fact that my first angel baby would have been due Oct. 14th, so I would have already had that little one in my arms and home. Luckily, school work has been keeping me VERY busy, so I have very little time to think about things. Don't get me wrong, I am so happy for her - it's just that it reminded my of angel #1.
Heard just a bit ago that she's in the delivery room right now. We've got a baby pool for weight going on now. My guess is 7 lbs 7 oz. So we'll see!
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