I’ve been having quite bad ovulation pain this month, so I thought it was imminent, but it’s held out until today. I finally got a positive OPK overnight.
I say finally – it is only CD14. I tend to O on or before CD14, so it felt like a bit of a wait.
I actually have nothing at all to share apart from the rather uninspiring news of my positive OPK, but I just wanted to write a post anyway.
It’s two years this weekend since my (let’s get this right), first miscarriage after my second baby.
The really big miscarriage where I almost bled to death and nobody called or visited me afterwards.
This time last year (on the one year anniversary), I was, to be quite frank, a total emotional mess.
And in that post I wrote:
What if someone told me today that this time next year I still would not be pregnant.
Fucking hell. It really has been a whole year, and not only am I still not fucking pregnant, but I have another late first trimester miscarriage to add to the body count.
Do you find that the drop off in oestrogen after you ovulate makes you miserable?
I do. I get two brief rounds of “PMT” each month. One immediately after ovulation, and one a day or two before my period.
So, I guess I’ve got an egg either on the way out, or freshly emerged floating around in my fallopian tube right now.
And that egg is going to be fertilised, because most of the time that happens without any problem.
That egg is going to be fertilised the second it emerges if it hasn’t been already, since DH and I have already ensured half a billion sperm have had a chance to get into the venue.
I’ll be doing a highly scientific early testing protocol this month. Ha.
Cause it only takes one good egg. Right?