Unfortunately, starting the baby candy was not as easy as I had hoped. Long story short, after many frustrating phone calls my OB/GYN’s office would only allow me to get a prescription for Clomid AFTER I had another appointment with the MD to thoroughly discuss the medication. I totally get this, but it was still annoying nonetheless. Especially when the next available appointment was six weeks away. Also, Clomid has to be taken on certain days of your cycle and as all of you know by now, my cycles have a mind of their own. All of this was just another punch in the gut…… uterus.
By this point, I had generally come to terms with the situation. I had accepted that God knew what was best and that His timing was much more important than mine. My heart still hurt, but I felt hopeful that a cycle or two of Clomid would do the trick. Little did I know how many ups and downs would still lie ahead and how many times I would have to come to terms with this process and with God.
At this point, we began to share things about our fertility journey with our family and close friends. It was a relief to share this with those closest to us, but equally hard seeing the heartache and tears this news brought. All we could do was pray and lean on the ones that loved us most.
