I hate to disappoint but I'm writing this more out of a need to record to remember what my last cycle on Clomid felt like. For the first four days, I was elated. Truly happy and was jumping around and feeling super grateful. Perhaps that was a manic phase. Then on day five of the Clomid, something snapped. I went from happy and content to a very bad place in about two minutes. Too bad my husband was around to witness it. He kept telling me it was the drug that was making me act like that but I told him that was not true. I may have had some good reasons to be angry or hurt, but expressing it in the way I did was very bad.
I suppose I have no one to blame but myself (especially since I went to five days from three without consulting the doctor) but I feel resentful that I was prescribed a drug that I might not have needed. It was more for convenience, I believe. Mine or hers or both. So, I'm happy to be back to feeling normal but left with great remorse over what I did.
So, me and Clomid are over. Finito. My constitution and drugs are not a good match. I can't do it, fertility drugs are not for me. I guess that will save me money at the very least and at the most, help me to not be a friggin' jerk.