My period’s late. I’ve always been irregular, but with Clomid the past few months, I’ve actually been able to tell the exact day it will begin. Now, it is three days late. I’ve got all the “normal” symptoms of approaching menstruation, like extreme fatigue and the feeling that white-hot ice picks are stabbing me in the uterus, just no bleeding yet. I wish it would hurry up and get it over with; anticipating the Killer Menstrual Cramps of Doom is sometimes almost as bad as the cramps themselves. I also have guests coming for a long weekend, and it would be so much more pleasant if I could entertain them rather than lie in my bed whimpering. This morning, I started to wonder if there were a “good” reason for the late period. Maybe the Clomid actually helped this month! Maybe these pains are symptoms of implantation! Maybe, just maybe, this month will finally be THE month! It isn’t. I tell myself every month that I’m inured to the hopelessness and the sadness of a negative pregnancy test. But I’m not.