By the time August rolled around I was practically BEGGING my doctor for Clomid. Since I did get periods of my own (it was about every 40-60 days), the doctor decided I was "anovulatory" meaning my body wasn't releasing eggs. Clomid is a pill that is suppose to give you a monthly period which would at LEAST put us is the same category of all the other "healthy" and "normal" couples. They start you at 50 mg, then, if that doesn't work (I just knew it would), then they up you to 100 mg the next cycle and then the last move is trying you on 150mg. Since I did kind of have a period, I was pumped to start and sure 50 would do the trick.
With crazy charting and the use of ovulation predictor kits, I thought I had a positive but through the 7 day blood work test they determined I hadn't ovulated at all (Progesterone is supposed to be at least 10 and my first level was .9)
I took this 2 different cycles and nothing.
By the time October rolled around, I was getting scared. If I can't ovulate, I can't get pregnant. We decided to bring in the big guns AKA 150 mg of Clomid.
These cycles were crazy. I'm 28 years old but would have the most intense hot flashes 15-25 times a day. I had headaches. To make sure I was giving it enough time, Darren and I decided to wait until later into the cycle for the "smiley face" on the opk. At the end of November, I got my first happy face. Since my cycles were like 40 days long, if I even thought there was a chance of ovulation I became like a prostitute that would die if "do it" with my husband. I think I officially scared him with my tiger hunger ovulation eyes.
Blood work showed a week later that for the first time I ovulated! Progesterone was 18! I actually felt as happy as I would be if the test said pregnant (for 20 seconds or so). I cried, I laughed, and finally felt like something was happening.