My blog's name should be changed...

I seriously wish that I could change the name of my blog to: Baby Issue's x 1000.

My better half (and I do mean BETTER half) and I started seeing a fertility specialist in December after hoping we could conceive without assistance from a doctor. Now, before I go any farther, perhaps my thinking is so shallow that I failed to think of, "my husband is leaving for six months in about a month." Now, some of you might think that is completely ridiculous for us to seek assistance at this point-why don't we just wait. Trust me...I'm thinking the same thing. Why did we even start? Why did I even go to the consult? Could it not have waited six months? Nooo...apparently not.

So, I went and spoke with the doc and he walked me through what is going to happen-all the treatments, what we will do and when, etc. He basically is going to try to hijack this thing in order for us to conceive. Well, once my hubby returns, that is. We did go through the first round of clomid, though. BIG MISTAKE. I wish I would have read the side effects of this drug prior to saying "sign me up." Yeah...so, I took this drug on day three of my last period. It's only 5 tiny pills. No big deal. Not until I started getting ready to start my NEXT period. On top of this roller coaster, I'm on it all alone! Hubby's gone for six months :( How much can one girl cry? I think I'm seeking an answer for that question. Literally, alone in my house, in my car, in my nail salon, at the pharmacy counter, in my office, in my boss' office, and in church, I'm learning, tears are ever abundant. Never a shortage lately! UGH!

I want to talk about it, but people either blow me off, don't get it-but try to, or just assume I'm prego. If one more person tells me to not think about it or that I shouldn't feel this way again, I think I'll literally be sick to my stomach!

Oh, and the other side effect is, there is never enough chocolate.

To this, I believe that I'll wrap this post up. Hopefully there will be sunny days ahead :)