Pardon my MIA-ness, I am currently in Boston visiting Hubs’ family, participating in a wedding, and spending some much needed relaxation time up in Cape Cod and (in a few days) New Hampshire. I’m at the Cape right now in an adorable Bed and Breakfast. The weather could not be more perfect. Hubs and I shared some great laughs last night, and got to look at the stars at the beach on a perfectly balmy, sea salty air kind of night.
Here’s the update on my nether regions, done in fancy bullet point style because the Cape awaits!
My period. In a normal world, it would have shown up tomorrow (since I finished my pill pack on Saturday). I would have a lovely, clear cut, bloody bleed with no question on menstrual flow color or viscosity or what chart day it was. However, because my body would like to continue the tradition of fucking with me, I began spotting thick brown discharge for 5 days up until yesterday when I finally had a heavy-ish flow to the point where I needed a tampon. So I’m counting yesterday as CD1-ish. Which means I start CD3-ish of Clomid…tomorrow.
My rash: Because it’s been 90 degrees here in Boston (plus humidity) and I’ve been forced to wear pads for the last few days because my flow was annoying enough to warrant them, but not heavy enough for a tampon, I got a really bad rash “down there” (this happens if I wear pads or any type of non-breathable material. Note to self: searing rash on vaginal area does not equal wanting to get busy with Husband. I’m doing everything I can to air out the area and keep it dry, but it’s slow healing. I was laying on our bed last night in a night gown with my legs up near the window AC.
Hubs: Are you airing out your vag?
Me: Why yes, yes I am.
Hubs scrunches nose and makes an “ew” face..
Other body related nonsense: As I was rushing around to pack for the Cape yesterday I ran across the guest room to get something and the cap of my knee connected in a very direct way with a sharp metal corner of the guest bed. The pain I experienced was nausea inducing. After screaming in shock/legit pain, I collapsed on the floor in a puddle of tears, sweat, vaginal rash and old brown menstrual blood. Yes, folks, I lost my shit. I’m doing a bit better now, but the knee cap is still incredibly tender to the touch and I’m walking down stairs like an 80 year old.
The pain of my knee was legitimately awful, but I think part of my mental break was just being entirely fed up with my body. Aches, pains, menstrual blood monitoring, rashes…I just want 6 months where I don’t think about any of this…and I realize that is highly unlikely to happen. Clomid is going to be a brand new ride for me and my body. We’re putting a lot of hopes into this…I just don’t want it all to feel like the hidden metal edge of a guest bed.
Although I will be vacationing, I will give a play by play of Life With Clomid this week.