It's nice to have infertile friends. They went with me to a concert (read about that in my other diary). Some of them know that I'm seeing a specialist, but not all. When the converstion turned to infertility on our drive home, I was able to share my story with them. I discovered how much we really have in common. Of the four of us, three have had IUI's and three have had an HSG. Three have husbands with counts that aren't the best. Two of us have PCO, and two have never been pregnant. Two feel that their family is big enough and wonder if they are fertile enough to worry about birth control. All of us had been on Clomid.

My friend who had the preemie twins was along. I haven't seen her since she brought the babies home. She has to endure many sleepless nights and doctors appointments with those boys of hers. She's been so strong. I wanted to be able to encourage her, but it ended up that she began to encourage me about getting pregnant and all I could do was thank her and start crying. I like to think that I am strong, but I'm not.

My cycle is progressing normally. I took my last Clomid pill on Saturday. The headaches haven't been as bad, but now my nose is starting to run. I must be getting a cold.

Thursday is my mid-cycle ultrasound. I found out from one of my friends the other night that women can have a dominant side that they ovulate from. I'm thinking that the right side must be my dominant side. In the next few days I'll be praying that the follicles on the left side will get bigger than the ones on the right side. I think I should start calling my right side, my "wrong" side and my left side, the "right" side. So let's hope for follicles on the "right" side!