Well, it’s CD1 for me. WARNING: this is going to be a TMI post. If you’re one of those people who know me in real life and don’t really want to hear about my bodily functions, stop reading right now.
I did O this month. The Hubs and I actually did “do the deed” during the fertile period. I didn’t say anything to him or anyone else about it. I guess I thought that if I didn’t say anything, it wouldn’t jinx it- and I’d be telling my family on Mother’s Day that I would be joining the ranks soon. I was wrong. Damn hope.
A couple of days ago, I started spotting. I still didn’t say anything. It was brown and REALLY light. I still had hope. Yesterday was more of the same. I had visions of taking an HPT on Saturday morning and waking the Hubs up and doing a happy dance and crying together and jumping on the bed (well maybe not. We have a low ceiling in our bedroom, and he’s 6’5”, so it would be ME jumping on the bed alone).
This morning, I woke up to find that AF did decide to pay me a visit. Bitch. And she’s not being very nice about it, either. I have the worst cramps I can ever remember having. I’ve taken 4 ibuprofen, and still I’m in bad shape. Dammit. And I still have to be at work and smile and act like I’m not in pain.
I’ve been taking the cinnamon for about 3 weeks. I started taking vitex this morning, and I’m stopping by Wally World on my way home to pick up some soy. I WILL O in May, dammit. This path I chose to take WILL work. It has to….