He is sick. Very sick. He has the flu and has been miserable. We finally got the fever to under 100 regularly (down from 103!!) and medicine from the dr.
The one major problem we still have...sleeping. He wakes up 3 or 4 times a night, coughing up a lung and with the chills. I am a light sleeper and Everytime he wakes up, I wake up. It makes me so angry! I want to bad to sleep through the night so I don't get so sick.
He wakes up, goes to the bathroom, turns on all the lights, coughs and then comes back to bed. I have to remind him to go take more medicine so he can sleep.
And he isn't taking naps. Which is all I want to do.
And while there is always a chance that the clomid worked this cycle, I'm betting against it. Which seems like such a waste of a cycle. When we pay to be extra fertile it really makes my heart hurt to feel like we wasted a cycle. Especially because paying for a cycle takes all the fun and closeness out of the process.
And I have felt so sad to hear about so many new babies to families who seem to quickly and easily add to themselves. I'm happy for them, just jealous at the ease which it happens for them and how lucky they are to not experience the heartbreak of infertility.
In other news, while at the dr a few days back I hopped on the scale and I had lost another 5 lbs this month. Yippee!
Small victories are what I have to collect to win this war.
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