I'm 2dpo today - or 2 days past ovulation for the un-initiated. It's funny, I spend half my working life telling people not to use acronyms and here I am sucked into the world of 3 letter baby making abbreviations!
I've been using a sperm friendly lubricant called Pre-seed this month to help C's sperm swim their way to my egg. My CM (cervical mucus) is fairly hostile, a bit like me with PMS really. I keep C in the loop about most my baby dancing initiaves - taking temperatures, ovulation tests, vitamins etc, but I draw the line at CM. I don't let him see me pee so really don't need to be discussing my internal bodily functions in detail!
I feel that we have done as much as we could to make a baby this month and if it's another BFN then at least we are booked in for our tests to hopefully find out why.
Now I just have to avoid the dreaded symptom spotting for the next two weeks. Headache and sick feeling? Must be pregnant. Can't be that I just ate a week's worth of chocolate. Sore boobs? Must be pregnant. Definitely nothing to do with doing Wii Fit with no sports bra on. Craving for orange juice .........well you get the idea.
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Thursday, 24 February 2011
Friday, 4 February 2011
I hope the universe is laughing
The universe is having a laugh with me today. Knowing that I'm on my way to meet my heavily pregnant friend for lunch, AF has dished up some lovely cramps and backache just to let me know she's on her way. As my friend waddles over, I am all too well aware that my baby chances are over for this month.
It's been 6 months of babydancing now and nothing. No BFP, not even a faint evap line that could be seen if I squint and hold it sideways out the window. Zilch. Who knew it would be this hard?
After 13 years of desperately trying not to get pregnant, the irony of all those false alarms and panicked morning after pills is not lost on me. It's really quite funny, in a black humour, makes you want to cry kind of way.
To top it off my lunch partner got pregnant by accident. No crossed fingers, OPKs, symptom spotting or obsessively peeing on sticks. Just like that.
As we munch chips together and laugh about her husband's embarassing questions in birthing classes I can't help thinking I'd put up with the embarassing questions, slight waddle and craving for soft cheese, if it was just my turn.
It's been 6 months of babydancing now and nothing. No BFP, not even a faint evap line that could be seen if I squint and hold it sideways out the window. Zilch. Who knew it would be this hard?
After 13 years of desperately trying not to get pregnant, the irony of all those false alarms and panicked morning after pills is not lost on me. It's really quite funny, in a black humour, makes you want to cry kind of way.
To top it off my lunch partner got pregnant by accident. No crossed fingers, OPKs, symptom spotting or obsessively peeing on sticks. Just like that.
As we munch chips together and laugh about her husband's embarassing questions in birthing classes I can't help thinking I'd put up with the embarassing questions, slight waddle and craving for soft cheese, if it was just my turn.
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