You Really Like Me!
April 25th, 2011. CD30, 5DPO.
That’s right, 5DPO. If FertilityFriend doesn’t want to confirm my ovulation, then I will just go ahead and manually override the system to declare it myself. So there. Ovulation? Check.
So, I guess that puts me officially in the TWW… This cycle is already crazy. I’m usually preparing the house for a visit from Aunt Flo around CD30–Heating pad within reach, Midol and tampon supply stocked, chocolate stockpile replenished–but this month I’m anticipating another five days or so of waiting around for that to happen. Strange…
Maybe my body knows that this time next month the husband and I will be traveling out of state for a wedding, and that I will have much more important things to concern myself with than how many miles are between the highway rest areas.
I guess I won’t complain. For now, anyway.
Rotten Easter Eggs
April 24th, 2011. CD29.
So, on this day when we celebrate rebirth and bunnies and eggs, of all things, FertilityFriend doesn’t want to even confirm that I have ovulated this cycle. I guess I see their point… Erratic temps for 25 days, followed by one measly positive OPK, followed by some not-so-stellar post ovulation temps. I guess my eggs just aren’t in the Easter spirit.
*Sigh* I’m not holding out a lot of hope for this cycle to be of a normal length, let alone for it to produce a child.
But hey–At least there’s an abundance of baked goods and salty meats and candy to celebrate this day! Oh, and I also bought a new pair of jeans, and for once, they make my 12-year-old-boy-ass look fantastic. Really. So there’s that.
And so, Happy Easter, my friends. May you spend the day relaxing with friends and family and not running from rabbits with nasty, sharp, pointy teeth.
Meet My Ovaries: Cheech and Chong
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.