on the count of three: cycle days 1-8

(So this first week was kind of a wash, wherein we made up the start date for my first round of Clomid by randomly selecting what would become the infamous “cycle day 3” – umm, how about this Wednesday? Whatdyasay? Yes? YES! – and then, for a few days over Thanksgiving, I took 100 mg of Clomid each night in abject terror of what the morning would bring which obviously, in my totally rational mind, was nothing short of projectile vomiting and complete organ failure and full-on-no-holds-barred-batshit-psychosis, because if nothing else I am totally realistic and a GLASS HALF FULL! kind of gal and then like, it wasn’t quite that bad, and then I went back to work.)