Clomid Round Two: Bust

Nurse NoName called a few minutes ago to say that "it looks like the Clomid just isn't working for you." Well, yes, I pretty much figured that out when this morning's Dildocam Pimp told me that I had lots of little follicles on both sides, but nothing measureable. It's a good thing I had my blood drawn before the ultrasound, since I could barely hold my composure on the walk from the u/s room to the door of the clinic and then to my car. I called Ezra right away, and I thought that maybe I'd be able to make it home all right, but I heard the disappointment in his voice (I'm sorry dear, I know you tried to hide it) and just lost it as soon as I hung up the phone. It's a good thing the roads were mostly clear, as things got blurry a few times on the drive back.

Numbers, just for the record:

E2 - 37.3 (down from Wednesday's 43)
LH - 21.4
Progesterone - 0.7

For lack of anything better, I've decided to call this nurse: Nurse Kid Gloves. She always sounds so sorry to give me bad news, even on our very first phone call when she told me I wasn't pregnant (well, duh, I'd just had my intial consult at a fertility clinic). Anyway, Nurse Glovely instructed me to call Nurse Space Cadet tomorrow to discuss the "next step," which she thinks may be injectibles. No surprise there.

Ezra and I are going to be away for almost two weeks in the middle of April for Passover, and both this week and the week after our trip are going to be very busy for both of us at work. So it looks like the entire month of April is a wash - we probably can't even have a follow-up appointment until May. I'm wondering how much lag-time there will be between that appointment and when I can start an injectibles cycle; obviously I have to get my period first, but if otherwise I can start shooting up within a few days of my appointment, then maybe I can start the Provera ahead of time.

Now, if you'll excuse me, I have to go drown my sorrows in chocolate. Or wine. Or both.