It went off without a hitch yesterday. Today I'll take my last dose of the Clo.mid. I think it's actually working. I use the CBEFM, and I got a "high" today--the earliest in my cycle I've ever gotten one. And I swear, I have a little CM, which is HIGHLY unusual on CD9.
I know I am probably jinxing myself by saying this, but I am feeling ridiculously optimistic about this cycle. I feel really, really positive. I feel like the clouds have finally parted, and it's our day in the sun. Ridiculous, I know. But truly, I feel like this is going to be our month. T. feels that way, too. Worse, he's convinced it's going to be twins.
I'm going to need to be scraped up off the floor if this cycle is a bust. Of course, I'm also going to need to be scraped up off the floor if it's twins, for entirely different reasons! Ah, hope. I don't know if it's a good thing or a bad thing.