Yesterday I Googled the terms "Clomid + weight gain."
I read the accompanying sheet that came with my prescription but I swear that I don't remember the part about becoming a fatter version of yourself. They should also add a part where they tell you that every month, you have various tell-tale signs of pregnancy, such as frequent urination, sore breasts, and a bloated middle, except that your pregnancy tests still come out negative!
I just thought of an awesome new ad campaign for our favorite drug: "Clomid. All the symptoms and none of the pregnancy!"
My weight gain hasn't been evident to the naked eye -- unless I'm the naked one. I'm thin, so its the sort of bloated, fatter feeling and the slight increase of a muffin-top over my jeans that only I can notice. Well, me and my husband, that is, who now likes to squeeze my middle while announcing "Ham!" in a very loud voice.
Another side effect of Clomid for me? Depression. I looked this up too. Mood swings, anxiety and depression were listed on various Web sites. Mine was what you might consider "severe." True, it lasted only about three days, but those days, they were dark, my friend, very dark. If you had seen me walking down the street, there would have been a storm cloud raining directly over my head.
Which has led me to decide that I'm not taking Clomid any more. Ironically, I have been taking the lowest possible dose, 50 mg, so I wonder if my Dr. will try to talk me into a cycle at a higher dose. But I also worry how much worse the symptoms would be. I will have to be locked inside a padded cell for those 36 hours.
I'm a bit bummed about my decision, because taking Clomid made me feel a sense of control, like I was actively doing something to increase my chances, instead of waiting and waiting for nature to take its course. Nature's time frame doesn't work for compulsive, control-freak, Type-A personalities like yours truly.
Well, I've said my peace and now it's 8 a.m. Time for ice cream.
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