Just Stop Trying and It Will Happen...

April 20th, 2011.  CD25.

I haven’t really named my ovaries, of course, but I assume that they must be friends of Mary Jane since they conveniently chose today–4/20, famous for being the unofficial pot smoker’s Christmas–to function properly.

I finally got a positive OPK late last night, and again early this morning.

Tonight?  Negative.

I guess that’s that then, isn’t it?

I’m expecting a temp spike tomorrow to confirm ovulation, of course, but I feel safely comfortable saying that I am now officially in the Two Week Ten Day Wait.

Also, I just wanted to point out that infertility is ruining Easter for me.  All of the egg imagery is making me bitter, and not even fondant-filled chocolate eggs are making it better.  And I can no longer eat a Peep because they make me think of squishy little pre-babies, which is just tragic and demented.

Thanks a bunch, infertility, for taking candy away from me too.  Why don’t you go ahead and ruin oxygen next?  You suck.

Pass the jelly beans.