For five days I spent 23 hours, 59 minutes and 30 seconds each day concentrating on just one thing: Taking my Clomid pills.
The other 30 secs included opening the bottle carefully so I don't accidentally drop it. Cause who knows? It might affect the effects of it. I then take it out slowly and stare at it like one would stare at a miracle and then I drink up. It takes me the whole rest of the day to think of how exactly I will follow these steps. I'm now done taking them so I can relax a bit more. But of course now I can kick myself for not taking a good amount of crazy glue with my last pill. You know, to make sure it sticks.
Now I have to start monitoring my eggies developments and get my trigger shot to ovulate when they (Dr.'s office) say I should and hope and pray this all works. Because honestly? I don't appreciate having hot flashes and weird cramps for no reason. Not fun.
On a whole other note,
Jeff took me to watch Harry Potter and the Half Blood Prince on its first showing at 12:01 am at a theater near us. I was off the next day but poor Jeff had to work. Tough luck, really.... but sacrifices had to be made.
I liked the movie a lot, I though it was really good, it made me laugh out loud, etc, etc..... but I'm a bit disappointed because I felt it was missing something. Though I've made peace with it because I'm sure they will do certain "parts" more justice in the upcoming movies. I found this to be the most different from the book than the other movies and their book's versions. It doesn't upset me, I thought the changes made sense and they captured the important parts. I would love to talk details but I don't want to spoil it for those who haven't seen it. I'll just say this: I hate how they portrayed Harry during the death. It was such a small detail that they really could have done it like the book. Ah well.