I’ve never been more eager to have my blood drawn. Truthfully, needles tend to make my once cooperative veins shrivel, but today, my veins are plump, proud, and ready for infiltration!
I’ve done something I know I will probably regret. I’ve started to allow glimmers of optimism seep into my infertile brain, and I *think* I may have done the unimaginable. I think, ladies and gents, I MAY have ovulated.
Why do I think this? Scientific proof? Primed cervical mucous? A reliable smiley face on my ovulation predictor test?
It’s just a gut feeling. A gut feeling I’ve had before. A gut feeling that has always been wrong in the past.
But hear me out… SOMETHING was different this month. All those pukey days and nauseous nights MUST mean Femara was kickin’ ass and takin’ names, right?
I guess we won’t know for sure for a few days. I’m going to give my blood today and wait for the nurse to call with results.
That’ll be a piece of CAKE! Or not. Infertility requires patience. I do not own much of that.
Come on progesterone!!!!!