So, here we are – positive OPK today. We’ve got fertile cervical fluid. Now I just have to try to get my husband into bed as much as possible before I actually ovulate.
(The Sperm Meets Egg plan devolved into the Shit, I’m Tired. Maybe Tomorrow? Plan, by the way. But we tried!)
I have to say that the thought of actually getting pregnant doesn’t even seem like a remotely likely outcome at this point. I mean, I know that it’s not actually all THAT unlikely. I’ve managed it before. It’s just that I’ve been unsuccessful for so long that it feels like I’m just … broken. It feels like a motion we have to go through until we go back the reproductive endocrinologist.
(Assuming that we can afford to go back to the RE, of course. Which we probably can’t.)
Anyway. We’re having margaritas and a home-cooked dinner tonight. Hopefully that’s good for another shot at a baby.
