Where for art thou, Flo?

As the approximate day range for my period approached, I was very preoccupied. We have our house up for sale, and were offered a contract. I was also studying for the GMAT, the entrance test for the Masters of Business Administration program. My best friend is getting married, and I had to make her invitations and get them in the mail. And I was also preparing for a three-day conference in Orlando. Last Friday morning I noticed a slight red tint on the toilet paper, so I figured it was time to buy the Clomid. I happily purchased it, thinking I would get to start it while at my conference. The timing of a possible pregnancy would allow me to sip cocktails on the beach in Destin July 4 week, although I would probably be aware of my pregnancy by the time of Margo's wedding shower. No drinks then, or at our August vacation to Lake Tahoe. No worries though. Definitely well worth the price of a sweet baby!

By Sunday I realized that the period I thought had started was nowhere to be found. That brief tint of red was it, although mild cramping had replaced it. In Orlando, I kept my tampons by the toilet, waiting for the elusive period to come. But it never showed. I returned home, Clomid in hand, wondering how many days I'd have to wait for my period this time. It was day 46.