Satan's drug. That's what I had heard Clomid called. And the stories of the side effects...emotions running wild, crying, yelling, snapping, headaches, hot flashes, queasy stomach...the list goes on. I just go to thinking this morning that this isn't quite as bad as I was expecting. That's a good thing. Granted, I had to turn my fan on high last night and strip down to a tank top and shorts with only a sheet on my body as J had a down comforter, a quilt and a sheet on him to keep warm. But really, other than the ongoing hot flashes (which I haven't broken a sweat from like I have heard some other people talk about) and a dull headache that doesn't seem to want to go away, I think it's been more than bearable. I'm glad I'm one of the lucky ones so far.
I'm off to eat my delicious lunch of a huge salad with hearts of romaine, grape tomatoes, feta (while I can still get it!), croutons and basalmic vinaigrette. I'm so excited for that mama. On the weightloss front, I am losing! I snuck a peak at my scale this morning and it's definitely gone down!! I'll have an official weigh-in soon.