I had my first day of heavy flow (not spotting) today, which would typically count as the first day of a menstrual cycle and I would start Clomid on day three. I went in this morning as scheduled for an ultrasound and I had an already well developed follicle making it too late for any drugs. Stupid body.

My doctor was baffled and told me we'd just do a natural cycle this month unless any of her colleagues disagreed. She wants me to use the ovulation predictor sticks, though, to at least be able to track when I ovulate during a natural cycle and I'm to call her on my first day of spotting. She seems intrigued by my case and assured me she'd "figure this out."

While I was waiting to be called by the nurse, I leafed through a magazine titled, Conceive. I came across an article about intercourse by a schedule sometimes being less than arousing and how to bring excitement back to it. One suggestion was to change locations and listed the living room couch and the kitchen floor as options. I was reminded of the movie, When Harry Met Sally, and Sally saying, "It's this very cold, hard Mexican ceramic tile."