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.
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