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CD15

DH is returning home tonight, his visit cut short by two days. I am thinking this is good... CD15 for a 33-day cycler is not a bad time to have a little action...and since CM has not spiked yet, I think he is coming in good time. There may be a really faint flicker of hope for December yet.

But Dear January, nothing will stand between me and my Clomid.


^WiseGuy^

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  1. Im very wishful for your flicker of hope..and I feel the same way you do..There might be a minute piece of home for this month, but next month, I *will* have my Clomid!! Here's to small flickers of hope..

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  2. YAY! Good Luck---I'll send lots of good thoughts!

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  3. "nothing will stand between me and my Clomid"

    Amen, sista.

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  4. A faint flicker is a flicker nonetheless.

    Conception vibes being sent your way!

    xxx

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  5. Great news he can come home early. HAVE FUN!!!

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  6. Here's to faint flickers!! Enjoy your time together...and taking advantage of said time. :)

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  7. Nothing? Except perhaps a Christmas miracle??

    xxx

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  8. I like the sound of CD 15 . . . has a nice ring to it!

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  9. Just checking in: sorry, I haven't been online much. xxx

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  10. In the immortal words of Barry White: "Let's get it on!"

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  11. Very good timing indeed- good luck!

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  12. Really, really hoping things went well and you got the boys there on time!

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