It was a very trying time, sitting in traffic facing the latest
‘baby on board’ sign, travelling back and forth through London to
be pierced by a needle, sitting in waiting rooms, which of course
included seeing very pregnant women, collecting bruises, losing
money and ensuring that I would be relaxed enough when home to
connect with the right temperature reading and catch a swimming
sperm having swallowed the Clomid pills.
Side effects were another issue I was uncomfortable with but
was assured that nothing too untoward would happen. I took
Clomid for around a year and after abandoning it, I remember
turning on the car radio and hearing that after prolonged use,
this could be associated with an increased risk for ovarian cancer.
Apparently they are still researching this! The desire to have a
child was even stronger by then and it was too late to query the
dangers.
After a good year or so of this course of medication ‘it weren’t working’ - changes were needed.
