I did alright on 50 mg, but the next month, I was bumped up to 100. This was during very stressful time as you all know, of trying to get pregnant, still figuring out the marriage thing (18 months in) and budgeting. DH went to Vegas my second round, and spent more than we had budgeted for him to spend.... I lost my mind and cancelled his debit card. From home. While he was still there. I confess, I am a nutjob. To defend.. if possible, he was there with my dad and brother, so I knew he was not stranded, but holy hellll what an unhinged girl I became. I remember breathing fire when I saw the bank acct. online. So, now I am known as the world's largest control freak with my family, and they all developed a bigger softspot for DH.
We call it the Easter egg incident of 2007. I had a peanut butter egg sitting on the counter and was actively trying to lose weight because we were TTTC. DH hid the egg and told me he threw it away. We were heading out on a walk when he did it and I don't think I spoke 2 words to him the whole way. When we got back home he finally broke it to me that he'd only hidden it. Then I was angry that he'd played a joke on me that was so cruel. Ahhh the influence of clomid... I'm usually a much more chill person. lol!
That was the same cycle that I started seeing shadows of absolutely everything in low light. It was like everything had a ghost behind it. Very bizarre. Gotta love the visual disturbances.
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Oh man, the debit card story reminds me of an episode of Everybody Loves Raymond.
I remember having the worst hot flashes, and at one point, I was so hot in the middle of the night I couldn't take it, and I went outside, in undies and a tank top, in the middle of a snow storm, and hung out. (Our backyard is completely private at least). My husband finally came and found me and thought I'd lost my ever loving mind. I thought he was crazy, but kind of saw his point when I went inside and realized my entire head was wet and covered with crusty snow.
I also had a bad moment when I was cut off in traffic coming home from work, and by the time I walked in the door I was hysterical. I couldn't make sensible words, and my husband assumed I'd either been fired, or in a car accident. When he established that wasn't the case and I told him I got cut off, he laughed, which really didn't work out well for him. I clearly remember feeling so frustrated that my crying was stupid, which made it even worse, and my poor husband standing there going "do you want ice cream, to take a bath" trying frantically to do anything to get me to stop.
Good times.
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After taking Clomid for two cycles, I became an emotional WRECK. Tears, tears and more tears. I didn't feel like I could cry, I did cry--for FIVE entire days. It was awful. My poor DH--it was during his two week leave at Christmas. I think he would have preferred having to go to work, to escape the heaving mess that had become his wife.
Later in treatment, of ever Clomid was suggested, I would react very poorly--nearly hyperventilating out of fear of having to take that devil drug again.
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My husband likes to eat brownies or cookies and dip them in milk. Sometimes, he leaves the milk glass out, and it really grosses me out because there are chunks of cookie/brownie floating in it.
Well, one night, while I was on 150 mg of clomid, he left it out.
I started crying, and after a fast downward spiral, I ended up locked in the bathroom, with my dog, yelling, "Spike is the only person in this house who respects me! Spike is the only one who understands me at all!"
OMG. I can still picture my DHs face when I finally opened the door. Just shock. Like, WTF is going on here?
Omg, I am cracking up reading these, especially that last one with the dog.
I'm on 200 mg right now (fun! fun!) and although I haven't done anything specific, I have been extremely irritable lately. My poor husband has to basically walk on egg shells around me. Today is the last day though, yay!
I remember the hot flashes...I was in Home Depot and started sweating while waiting to get paint mixed. I took off my sweater and started using the paint booklet as a fan. The older man who was mixing my paint took one look at me and said "If you were my wife's age, I would know exactly what was going on. But you're too young for hot flashes. Are you OKAY?" in a panicky voice like I was going to go nuts on him or something! LOL
Omg, these are amazing!! Thanks for starting this firsttogo! Ha! Dreading starting them up again in three days, but at least I am in good company! I haven't had any major mishaps yet, but my side effects have been getting stronger and stronger... Maybe this cycle is the one where I can contribute to the legend
Mine isnt as good. I just ripped some poor guy's head off at work for taking my papers off the printer. It really felt like the end of the world at the time.
My DH called it the "Clomid Coaster." I don't remember everything awful I did, but I do remember I was scheduled for an HSG and Hysterscopy and my Mom was supposed to pick me up at the surgery. However, she kept emailing me and calling me and asking me for detailed directions (even though I had given her the address and she has freakin' gps)...after telling her for the umpteen time to look it up on mapquest if she couldn't figure out how to use her gps, I finally got annoyed and told her not to come and I made DH take off work to take me to the appointments. I also remember crying alot and generally being a BIG mess.
IF DX: DOR & Fragile X pre-mutation carrier
2011: FSH 13.3 & E 99; AMH 0.54
2nd FSH 6.2 E 40's AFC: 8
BFP from Clomid/IUI ~ Pre-e and IUGR during pregnancy ~ DS born 9/4/12
Feb./March 2013: AMH less than 0.16 (undectable) and AFC = 4; BFP from supps ~ DS#2 due May 2014
i love this thread! i actually didn't go TOO crazy on clomid (although i do remember nearly screaming at my husband when he forgot to buy the pomegranate juice that was supposed to thicken my lining). the IVF drugs did much more to me. i remember telling my husband that my degree of b!tchiness was going to be an exponential function of the diameter of my ovaries, so he was really in trouble. then during pregnancy i would cry if i wanted cauliflower and the store didn't have any.
can't wait to start this roller-coaster the next time around . . . :P
Re: Clomid
We call it the Easter egg incident of 2007.
    I had a peanut butter egg sitting on the counter and was actively trying to lose weight because we were TTTC. DH hid the egg and told me he threw it away. We were heading out on a walk when he did it and I don't think I spoke 2 words to him the whole way. When we got back home he finally broke it to me that he'd only hidden it. Then I was angry that he'd played a joke on me that was so cruel. Ahhh the influence of clomid... I'm usually a much more chill person.  lol! 
That was the same cycle that I started seeing shadows of absolutely everything in low light. It was like everything had a ghost behind it. Very bizarre. Gotta love the visual disturbances.
Oh man, the debit card story reminds me of an episode of Everybody Loves Raymond.
I remember having the worst hot flashes, and at one point, I was so hot in the middle of the night I couldn't take it, and I went outside, in undies and a tank top, in the middle of a snow storm, and hung out. (Our backyard is completely private at least). My husband finally came and found me and thought I'd lost my ever loving mind. I thought he was crazy, but kind of saw his point when I went inside and realized my entire head was wet and covered with crusty snow.
I also had a bad moment when I was cut off in traffic coming home from work, and by the time I walked in the door I was hysterical. I couldn't make sensible words, and my husband assumed I'd either been fired, or in a car accident. When he established that wasn't the case and I told him I got cut off, he laughed, which really didn't work out well for him. I clearly remember feeling so frustrated that my crying was stupid, which made it even worse, and my poor husband standing there going "do you want ice cream, to take a bath" trying frantically to do anything to get me to stop.
Good times.
Later in treatment, of ever Clomid was suggested, I would react very poorly--nearly hyperventilating out of fear of having to take that devil drug again.
Diagnosed PCOS & MFI-Success with IUI
My husband likes to eat brownies or cookies and dip them in milk. Sometimes, he leaves the milk glass out, and it really grosses me out because there are chunks of cookie/brownie floating in it.
Well, one night, while I was on 150 mg of clomid, he left it out.
I started crying, and after a fast downward spiral, I ended up locked in the bathroom, with my dog, yelling, "Spike is the only person in this house who respects me! Spike is the only one who understands me at all!"
OMG. I can still picture my DHs face when I finally opened the door. Just shock. Like, WTF is going on here?
I liked IVF better than Clomid.
Omg, I am cracking up reading these, especially that last one with the dog.
I'm on 200 mg right now (fun! fun!) and although I haven't done anything specific, I have been extremely irritable lately. My poor husband has to basically walk on egg shells around me. Today is the last day though, yay!
TTC#2=July 2011: Surprise BFP: Chemical Pregnancy
These are some good stories!
Mine isnt as good. I just ripped some poor guy's head off at work for taking my papers off the printer. It really felt like the end of the world at the time.
Injects were so much better than Clomid!
2011: FSH 13.3 & E 99; AMH 0.54 2nd FSH 6.2 E 40's AFC: 8
BFP from Clomid/IUI ~ Pre-e and IUGR during pregnancy ~ DS born 9/4/12
Feb./March 2013: AMH less than 0.16 (undectable) and AFC = 4;
BFP from supps ~ DS#2 due May 2014
May 2014 January Siggy Challenge:
i love this thread! i actually didn't go TOO crazy on clomid (although i do remember nearly screaming at my husband when he forgot to buy the pomegranate juice that was supposed to thicken my lining). the IVF drugs did much more to me. i remember telling my husband that my degree of b!tchiness was going to be an exponential function of the diameter of my ovaries, so he was really in trouble.
 then during pregnancy i would cry if i wanted cauliflower and the store didn't have any.
can't wait to start this roller-coaster the next time around . . . :P