At long last the evil flu bug that had infested me last week seems to have cleared! I am finally feeling like myself again.
Well, kind of.
Over the past five days I have been taking Provera. My very first venture down the Provera path if you will.
Internetz, holy crow, Provera is one hell of a drug! I say this because I am usually immune to major side effects from the fertility drugs. But this, well, wow.
Provera turned me into the bitch from hell. No, I'm not being harsh. I'm actually probably being pretty kind. For the past five days, I have, for the most part, had the shortest temper known to humankind. Everything irritated me. Everyone irritated me. Even in my flu-ridden state I was able to get pretty pissed off.
Poor Irish Boy, he got the brunt of it. I'm truly surprised he didn't lock himself in the "man cave" (aka the garage) and just wait it out.
It was, well, an interesting ride to say the very least. But this evening I swallowed my last pill. I also noticed some telltale streaks on the TP so I would imagine that I will be calling the fertility clinic tomorrow morning to announce my Day 1.
So I guess this is it. The ultrasound wand will be up where the sun don't shine in a matter of days. My elusive veins will be poked and prodded for blood. And my poor backside will see the first of many IM shots. Joy.
Here we go again!