I am attending a training in Toronto for work this whole week — I left my poor husband (again) to take care of Schnitzel and our house. Even though I don’t like being away from Benjamin, I love to travel. After our last session today I hit the gym for a quick workout (trying to be good amidst delicious food all week!) and then joined another trainee for dinner at a little Thai place near our hotel. As we chatted, she said something that struck a chord with me.
She was telling me about her two kids (a 3 year old and an 18 month old), and said, “We’re hoping to have three or four, but you just never know…”. I appreciated her awareness that it doesn’t always go according to plan. After dinner as we were walking the chilly streets (Toronto is SUCH a cool city!), she asked me if Benjamin and I were planning on having kids anytime soon. I don’t know if it was the tone of her previous comment, or the fact that it was a one-on-one conversation with someone who was essentially a stranger, but I found myself saying, “Well, we’re trying, but we’re having some trouble”. As soon as I said it she put her hand on my arm and said, “Oh, I completely understand. We had a lot of trouble with my second. I even went to a special doctor and got some help.” Turns out she never got her period back after breastfeeding her first baby, and had to take Clomid to get pregnant with her second (it only took her three rounds). She’s about to see her doctor for another Clomid prescription, since she hasn’t gotten her period again after her second baby.
Why is it that whenever I open up to people about my fertility issues, everyone seems to have a story, but no one ever mentioned it to me before? It’s like some super secret club that you only hear about when you can be a member. And why is it that I feel compelled to tell perfect strangers about my issues, but have difficulty divulging the information to family and friends? Whatever the reason, it felt nice to connect with someone on that level after only being here for one day. And her story totally gave me hope — three rounds did it for her, why not two rounds for me, right?
I pop the last two little Clomid tablets tonight. Then tomorrow I’m going to start taking Robitussin. I don’t generally take a lot of medicine unless I really need it, so daily Robitussin for 6 days seems like overkill, but I’ve done some reading and it sounds like the decongestant thins out sticky cervical mucus (whoa, sorry for not giving you a TMI alert about that one!) to make the spermies more comfortable while they’re swimming. Apparently Clomid causes inhospitable cervical mucus in 30% of women, so even though I don’t know which side of that statistic I am on, I’m not taking any chances! I’d like things to be…. ermmm… smooth sailing for this weekend (prime babymaking time, if all goes according to plan with the ovulating).
Anyone out there used Robitussin? Or did you notice a change while you were on Clomid that was detrimental to babymaking? (Trying to be ladylike with my language here, but let’s be honest, folks, cervical mucus is cervical mucus).