Well, I’m definitely not going to get pregnant this cycle.

I won’t inflict the details on those of you who don’t want them; if you do, they’re below the fold.

Yesterday morning I went in to the RE’s for my midcycle check. I was already feeling pessimistic.

They did a blood draw and ultrasound. In the ultrasound, one ovary was “quiet” and the other had two smallish follicles. They didn’t seem disturbed by only two, and we all agreed that probably I’d ovulate early next week.

I was a little bothered, seeing as I was on horse doses of clomid, and the pharmacist was clearly afraid of his role in the tabloid story of Atlanta sextuplets nine months from his handing me the drugs. Well, probably six months; sextuplets really never go full term.

Then they got the bloodwork back. I already ovulated. There was not a single sign to indicate that — I know, because I engage in obsessive data collection. I started charting my ovulation more than a year before I got pregnant with Noah.

So. Another month at least.

I’m worrying about two things. First, am I on the right track? Second, will my insurance consider the two cancelled months to be “cycles” in my lifetime limit of six? Because then I have only one more.