I had some cramping for a couple of hours before lunch. I was hoping it was intestinal as it was really wide-spread and quite painful. No such luck. I went to the bathroom to discover some spotting, dark pink. One of the benefits of progesterone supplements is that you have to wear liners so at least my underwear didn't get ruined. I ran to the bank after popping some cramps meds and when I came back headed back to the bathroom before a meeting just to see how bad it was. It had turned bright red. I really didn't want to deal with this so I put a tampon in and changed the liner. Why be reminded of it every time I go to the bathroom?
I now have to cancel a really easy 1-night business trip in the middle of April all so I can do another IUI. *sigh* Now I'm waiting for it to turn into full flow so I can call the nurses tomorrow and tell them I'm on yet another CD1.
I haven't heard back from my Dr.'s secretary so I called and left her a message to let her know what happened. I doubt I'm going to get in to see her before I run out of time to start taking Cl.omid so I think we're just going to have to go ahead with another unmedicated IUI in April and look at Clomid for May. I've got 2 more vials from my original donor left. My back up choice's new vials still haven't been released for sale presuming there aren't 100 people ahead of me in line waiting for them. I still don't like any of the other donors available and I really don't want to pay more money for another 3 months of access to their profiles.
I am beginning to feel like these cycles are a waste of time, not to mention money. I don't know how it is statistically possible for every single one of the eggs I ovulated to have been crappy. Is it my donor? It can't be progesterone anymore since that has stopped the pre-AF spotting issue. How did my sister end up with the family's fertility and I don't have any? Why didn't I fall into the 'increased post-miscarriage fertility' group? My mom did and I'm proof of pregnancy the cycle after a miscarriage. I just don't get it.
So, my sister gets to continue buying cute little things for her soon to arrive son watching her belly grow by the day, preparing and getting excited about that and moving into their brand spankin' newly renovated home the month he is to be born. Me? I get to be excited because I can sleep in this weekend. That's just pathetic.