I made it.

So I survived six days from hell. Well, really it was three days from hell, but combine that with having to sleep in a tent one of the nights and realizing right before bed Saturday night that I was out of tampons, we'll call it six days of hell. The first 2-3 days are just horrible. I think it's just Karma coming to kick my ass. I never understood those girls whose periods were "Sooooo bad...." and thought they were just being sissys and milking those 7 days for all they could. Not so. I retract any previous statement I may have said about any cramping/whining/period-related anything. I have to because I am now "that girl". And I don't want to be that girl, but it just sucks. H was actually really nice and supportive the first few days when it was so bad. I am one of those people who is never 100% healthy. I always have allergies bugging me or a stuffy nose or my leg hurts or I think I'm developing a tumor on the back of my neck, etc. I am kind of a sissy. Not in the aspect that I make it up-I don't. I just do not find it easy to ignore physical ailments. But when I am really sick, all I do is lay in bed and sleep. Or just lay there. No TV, no book, no music, no food, no nothing. I have even considered kicking the cat out of bed when I'm not feeling well, but she cuddles me and makes me feel better most of the time. So after I spent the first day after work in bed, H knew that something was definately up. He actually told me that he was happy he wasn't a girl, because he never wanted to feel as bad as I looked. Not exactly a compliment, but it helped. So, in summary, I am still alive. I finished Clomid tonight. And it's our 2-year anniversary. Yay us!