**NOTE** This is a rather gross post...sorry.

Went to the Dr. Monday to discover that the baseball sized cyst is back and slightly larger. Just by a cinemeter or so. Still on the rt. ovary. He doubled the amount of Clomid I'm taking this month and I'm feeling a wee bit crazy and nauseous. He said hopefully the increased Clomid will "break through" the cyst. He also said that this is the last month we will try it. So please keep us in your prayers that the Clomid causes me to ovulate this month...because at least that would mean that Mr. Ovary is indeed capable of working. After that, we go on to a even more special fertility specialist.

Today, however, I am going to the podiatrist. TMI, I know, but I have a frickin' infected ingrown toenail that is driving me crazy! I haven't had to have one fixed by a Dr. since I was in 7th grade. I'm sure you are saying to yourself, "I've never had to have one fixed by a Dr...." but for some reason, Matthews' DNA provides us with a rare condition known as RBT Disease. ABT (Abnormal Big Toe) Disease effects my dad (who had his big toenails completely removed), myself, brother Lance, and cousin Misti that I know of for sure. Now, at least once or twice a month I have to dig in the sides of my big toes to make sure that nothing is growing in the wrong direction...and sometimes I go too long and have to "operate" on my own toe to remove something that has. This usually just involves some rubbing alcohol, a metal digger stick, and some nippers. But that has proved insufficent this go round. It started to bother me about 3-4 weeks ago. I dug what I could out and thought that it would heal. But since then, it has just gotten worse...so I thought that I would let it grow until I could really get it...but that hasn't worked. And now it hurts so bad that I can't wear shoes...which I have to do since I work. :). Thankfully, I'm an established patient of Dr. Nicole Hancock's b/c of the plantar fasciitis (which is the other reason I have to wear shoes) and they can see me today. SO there is an end in sight!

Misti is coming this weekend. She hasn't come to see me in a REALLY long time. I'm not sure what we are going to do. But I'm sure that some of it will involve sitting on the back porch talking. Because that's what we do best.