What an idiot: I was so horrified that my O date was supposed to be xmas. Horrified because I'd be at my MILs, sleeping in a small room with my son. On a creaky bed. Right next to my SIL and her husband's room. How to test? How to BD? I didn't get a positive OPK till today, on my way home. That means I'll probably ovulate tomorrow or the next day.
So, it's official: I'm not ovulating on CD 18 any longer. What the hell does that even mean?
I guess we'll find out: I've got my appt with an RE on 1/5. Let the true doom and gloom begin. Ignorance is, indeed, bliss.
What I'm holding onto: the sweetness that is my son. Oh, to make one more wonderful creature and be able to share that with my husband. . . what a blessing that would be.
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