I’m just hanging out trying not to ovulate. A friend suggested I hang upside down in an effort to delay the inevitable. I’ve kept a secret this month. We were going to try an IUI (intrauterine insemination) and I went back on clomid so I would produce a big beautiful follicle.

Timing is everything in this game and our timing couldn’t be worse. I questioned the timing, but the Dr’s office assured me they had my appointments set correctly. Jim is on a trip so it’s kind of hard to conceive if we are not even in the same state.

Originally my ultrasound to check the follicles was schedule for Wednesday and the insemination on Thursday. This morning I knew that I would ovulate before Wednesday. Before Jim gets home. I called the Dr’s office and they finally agreed to let me come in. What do you know; I know my body better than they do. There it was, larger than life, my big juicy follicle just waiting to burst. They acted surprised and I swallowed my anger.

It’s so frustrating to know that this opportunity will pass. I took a drug that I truly detest. I took one for the team. I will endure the hotflashes and emotional roller coaster that are waiting for me as a result of clomid.

I wanted to move the appointment up to Friday so we could get a better handle on the timing and give Jim a chance to get out of his trip. Instead I have been left hanging.