We interrupt your regularly scheduled reading for a brief pity party

I was a bit aflutter over the weekend because I was 2 days late, and I had vague hopes that I would turn out to be pregnant. I was too afraid to take a pregnancy test and be disappointed, so I waited it out. I had felt crampy on and off since Friday, but I'm starting to feel that my body can't be trusted. Crampy or no, I end up getting my period, and finally, last night, I started spotting and later that night, my period arrived, bringing with it a LOT of cramps 'n' backache pain. Wooo!

I had hoped that I wouldn't have to actually resort to taking Clomid (we decided over the weekend that it seems the best course of action, given the timeframe we'd like to work within), but it's not to be. Naturally, I'm frustrated that my doctor can't find anything really physically wrong with me, but things could be much worse, so I know I should buck up and count my blessings. And I will. But I'm allowing myself a few hours to wallow in self-pity, and you can bet your ass that I'm drinking a glass of wine with dinner tonight.

Abundant thanks to everyone who commented in Friday's post. You guys give me hope, and I really appreciate your support and kindness. My "real" life is full of women I can't really talk to (women who read this blog whom I know in real life excepted), my mother, my husband (who does do a good job, but is, you know, a guy), and a lot of people who are keen to give me assvice. Thank you for making me feel better about my situation without ever telling me that I should just relax and that it'll "just happen."

If you haven't already, stop by at Brooke's and leave her a nice message. She could do with some friendly support right about now.