The Making of Baby 3.2: Clomid, Hormones, and Craziness

I’m not usually a hormonal basket case.

I mean, on a normal day I have my ups and downs like everyone but I don’t normally, say, have the urge to sit down on the floor and cry in the grocery store when the cashier hands me a ripped $5 bill. Normally, I can keep my act together and deal with what life throws me. Normally, I wouldn’t have to remind myself that being passed while driving on the Interstate is not, actually, a personal challenge. And that the construction worker who stopped the traffic right in front of my car does not, in fact, have a personal grudge against me requiring that I roll down the window and loudly insult his mother.

Ahem.

I blame it on the Clomid.

You see, I’m now on CD (cycle day) 8 and I took Clomid this month. After the first day, I had such a horrific headache that I think I actually began speaking in tongues. After the second day, the headache was back and he brought some of his power drilling, loud rock music playing friends. It was horrible. Finally, the headaches went away and left me with …. well, The Crazy.

After this cycle is over I’m going to need to apologize to half the people I know and quite a few that I don’t know! I’m combative, weepy, clingy and standoffish. (At the same time! I know!) Basically, I’m a hot mess.

On Friday I go in for my ultrasound and, depending on how impressive my follicles look by then, we’ll do a trigger with Ovidrel. Of course, since I know that my follicles are normally lagging a few days behind the typical CD14=ovulation thing, I’m taking this as a personal challenge as well. I’ve been giving my ovaries pep talks and encouraging them to grow nice, big, pretty follicles.

My husband thinks I’m insane. I blame the Clomid. Of course, I’m going to have to find something else to blame when the Clomid cycles are finished!

Have you experienced the Clomid Crazy? Share, so I don’t feel quite so…unstable!