I got my period this week, so I should be on Clomid right now. But I'm not doing it this month because my husband is going to be on the other side of the country for the entire week when I'm fertile. Aargh!! That is so frustrating! And this is the month that I'll probably be ovulating from my "good" side, so we would have been able to try IUI, which would probably at least double our chances of conceiving.
So I'm disappointed. My chances of getting pregnant this year are lower than ever. In November I'll probably be ovulating from my bad side again, which means that we probably won't be able to really have a decent chance again until December. Sigh. But it's okay. Tonight I hugged and cuddled with my 3-year-old son a lot and felt so thankful to have him. What a deeper perspective this whole infertility ordeal gives me. I don't know that I would appreciate my boy as much as I do if I'd been able to have more children as easily as I had John. It makes me realize what a treasure motherhood and children are. So that is one good thing about going through secondary infertility (as well as primary infertility, I'm sure): it teaches you not to take things for granted, and I'm grateful for that.