Um, yeah. I feel like I might be ovulating. I had all the telltale signs yesterday: EWCM, intercourse was more sensitive, uterus feels like she’s been kicked (with a huge foot) into action. Crap. Hope this cycle doesn’t get cancelled. Yikes!
But at the same time, I want to punch myself in the neck for being so damn hopeful. You should hear my inner self speak to itself. Oh, maybe we’ll get our miracle – the old fashioned way! Tonight we’re doing it and I’m laying horizontal for the rest of the night, with my hips propped up of course. Should we wait a night? We just had sex last night.
The hope is even more powerful than the fear of this cycle possibly being cancelled. What the eff is wrong with me? One measly who-knows-if-it’s-even-viable follie, and I’m off in la la land. People, I’ve been on Lupron for almost three weeks! Why in the fuck did I even have a follicle?!
I used an OPK yesterday and today and it’s stark white so I’m pretty sure I’m actually not ovulating but it’s fun to pretend. For all I know, I always feel like this at a certain point in my cycle on Lupron and Estrace but I forgot because as each cycle goes by, I feel more and more checked out. And maybe I’m reading into the way my body feels because I knew I had a follie last week. Your mind can be a very evil thing, all getting hopes up like that. Booo!
We’ll find out if all is well tomorrow. Every effing thing is crossed. C’mon, everyone do it with me now.