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Lately I've been having bizarre stomach pains about an inch above my belly button, on either side of my abdomen. The pain is similar to the pain of a strained muscle and only seems to occur when I'm moving around, going about my day. It's not severe, so I don't think it's anything to worry about, and it's a pain some other women who have taken Clomid say they've also experienced. This pain is so minor compared to the pain of the ovarian cysts that I don't even feel it's worth complaining about to my doctor; it's just different from my usual pain and so I noticed it.
My chart for this cycle is completely bizarre, so much so that I'm beginning to think my thermometer is broken. Tomorrow morning I'm going to take my temperature with a new BBT thermometer as well as the one I've been using, just to check. Of course, that early in the morning I often have trouble remembering to grope around on my bedside table for the damn thing; it's probably broken from being knocked to the floor a hundred times!
Other than that, life has been completely normal in a strange, lilting sort of way. Mischa and Cat came back to New Orleans, which I'm thrilled about, I went to the local Stitch-N-Bitch group with Jodi and had a good time (despite one incredibly annoying, self-centered individual who also attended), and I'm still preparing for school this fall while we continue the quest for a home of our own. Sometimes I just feel very directionless and lost, like I'm drifting through life, and I feel constantly under pressure from the looming threat of a possible hurricane; this summer has been so tropical and wet so far, that I think we're safe this year, but the thought of enduring another evacuation and huge loss like that yet again is a huge and very real burden for me. I'm very grateful to be able to continue living here and I'm honestly happy here, but I do wonder if I would come back after another Katrina.
My chart for this cycle is completely bizarre, so much so that I'm beginning to think my thermometer is broken. Tomorrow morning I'm going to take my temperature with a new BBT thermometer as well as the one I've been using, just to check. Of course, that early in the morning I often have trouble remembering to grope around on my bedside table for the damn thing; it's probably broken from being knocked to the floor a hundred times!
Other than that, life has been completely normal in a strange, lilting sort of way. Mischa and Cat came back to New Orleans, which I'm thrilled about, I went to the local Stitch-N-Bitch group with Jodi and had a good time (despite one incredibly annoying, self-centered individual who also attended), and I'm still preparing for school this fall while we continue the quest for a home of our own. Sometimes I just feel very directionless and lost, like I'm drifting through life, and I feel constantly under pressure from the looming threat of a possible hurricane; this summer has been so tropical and wet so far, that I think we're safe this year, but the thought of enduring another evacuation and huge loss like that yet again is a huge and very real burden for me. I'm very grateful to be able to continue living here and I'm honestly happy here, but I do wonder if I would come back after another Katrina.
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