Yeah, I keep dropping the ball on this whole blog thing. Twenty lashes with a wet noodle for me. I’ve just been busy with work, school, life, etc. Blah, blah, blah… You’ve heard it all before and you’ll hear it again.

Where were we in this mess? I started taking 2.5 mg of Femara on cycle days 5 through 9. I then got a yeast infection, then an awful cold/cough that lasted almost two weeks. I was pretty sure this cycle was a complete bust.


Did you see that? I had a positive OPK yesterday. A temperature shift is the only way to verify that I actually ovulated and that will take a few days to show up. I don’t know why I’m leery about getting excited about this. Probably because I’ve had positive OPKs before and didn’t ovulate, verified by blood work. My OPK was considerably lighter today. Wait, wait, wait yet again.

We’ve been baby dancing at the right time so hopefully I ovulate from the right ovary. Did you know that my left Fallopian tube is completely blocked? Oh, I just wish I was more hopeful. Years of disappointment will do that to a person.

On a lighter note, we went to a wedding last night and got the weirdest advice on getting pregnant. My cousin announced that his wife is 16 weeks after trying for six years. He knows we’ve been trying for a long time and decided to impart some extremely inebriated wisdom. “Let it soak.”. I’ll just let that sink in. His wife was embarrassed and K and I just laughed. He said that was what worked for them. Ah, don’t you love how a person’s filter disappears with a few drinks?

Have a great weekend. I’ll definitely let you all know if I get a thermal shift in my BBT chart. Keeping my fingers crossed (and my toes, legs and hair).


Two Old Biddies in a Bar

Yesterday, I went to my dad’s bar to visit my mom. That sounds bad, doesn’t it? So I was sitting down, enjoying a soda (Bad, I know. I started my period unexpectedly the day before. I deserved it.), and talking to an older woman who is good friends with my parents. Another friend of theirs came in and started talking to us. So Friend 1 asked when K and I were gonna have kids. I gave the standard answer and said we were having a bit of trouble. Right away, Friend 2, who knows my history, started in on how we are trying too hard. If we stop trying, we would have a baby, just like so and so that she knew. Friend 2 joined in. I tried to explain that that wasn’t our case. They continued, saying what I was doing wrong, we should adopt, yada, yada, yada. It went on so long that I started bawling. Then they started saying they understood how I was feeling, even though they never experienced anything like infertility. By then I was hysterical almost to the point of yelling and my mommy yelled at them to shut up or they could leave. Yay Mom for standing up to her friends! She could have done it sooner though. I dried my eyes and then we started talking about funerals and lawn care. I don’t h.old any anger against these two ladies. I was just at a very emotional point in my cycle.

After that little rant, here’s two adorable old ladies and one giant a-hole.