A lot of my blog buddies have been writing you letters lately. But the reason for my letter is a little different. You see, I'm writing to break up with you.
Now, you may think I didn't give you a chance, but I did. In two months, you produced one "okay" follicle and one really strange looking follicle and gave me no baby. Then, during the next month, you gave me one ginormous follicle and didn't give the other one a chance in hell to catch up. You've thined my lining so badly that I have to stick estrogen pills up my cooter and argue with Wal-Mart pharmacy techs about it. And because of the estrogen pills, half of my panties are stained blue. Happy yet?
Oh, and not to mention the chronic ovary pain. As if it wasn't bad enough to have constant pain in my left ovary before I started taking you, now I have pain in BOTH because of your STUPID CYSTS. Thanks for making my ovaries feel like they could burst at any moment.
You are a complete bastard and I've just had enough. I think my new relationship with Femara will be a better one and, if not, then there are plenty of other fish in the sea. But I know one thing for sure: there will be no Clomid babies in this household.