The doctor called! This only after Keith pretty much stormed the office with a bombardment of telecommunications. There's only so much a guy can take in the way of suspense when it comes to these sorts of matters, and he had just about taken all he could.
But, as he has liked to declare in the past, his boys can indeed swim. So, we are on to Stage 1 of infertility treatments a la Indiana, which is Clomid for six months and then re-evaluate.
This is a huge weight off my mind. I did not want to go straight to artificial insemination, though I would have. This way we can just boost the chances of pregnancy by upping the amount of eggs I produce monthly. There is about an eleven percent chance of twins with Clomid, which is not much compared to other infertility drugs, drugs which are normally used in conjunction with IVF.
The downside is that I become an emotional mess twenty four seven, thirty to thirty one days a week, with all the signs of pregnancy all the time, due to the hormones. Awesome. Nothing like PMS all day, every day! I should buy Keith a safety helmet and some aspirin.
Oh, and my period still hasn't come, but I'm staying strong.
In other news, not one single, twenty four hour period had passed after selling the Ranger than Keith had purchased a Jeep Cherokee. What can I say? It's clearly an addiction. Somewhere there must be a CAPA, or Compulsive Automobile Purchasers Anonymous that I can sign him up for...
