Shouting It From The Rooftops

I ovulated. On CD16!!! My hurty ovaries actually did something sort of when they are "supposed to." I guess that explains the pain. I also guess I shouldn't get too excited, since this happens every once in a while, and then things go back to crap. I don't know why I still get hopeful about things maybe becoming "normal" on their own. I should know better by now. But, as we fast approach Operation Clo.mid I have a rapidly decreasing amount of enthusiasm for the drug. I know it has helped millions of women get PG, and that's a good thing. But I barely take aspirin, so I really hate the idea of needing to take a fertility drug. And on top of that, there is the increased risk of multiples, which freaks me out. I have a friend who is PG with triplets after taking Clo.mid. She is enthusiastic. I would be scared to death. I know triplets are rare with Clo.mid, but still.

I think the end is near for kitty. Ugh. I really don't want to have to make this decision. But he hasn't eaten a ton in the last day or so, and I woke this morning to much vomit in the bathroom, where he spends the night. At first, I couldn't figure out what was in the vomit, but then I realized that it was sprinkled with kitty litter. He'd eaten it. That can't be a good sign. Maybe he's trying to off himself, to spare me the pain of deciding? (I'm sitting here giggling--I just can't help a little black humor in the face of making such a horrible decision). I can't even imagine why he'd eat the kitty litter, but I'm pretty sure that's what it was. There are just little flecks of it, and he's still going to the bathroom, so I don't think he's got a blockage. I let him out of the bathroom, and now he's gone off and hidden. Poor kitty.