It looks like my body may have pulled through for me yesterday…woke up this morning and my temp was 97.80 which is a couple of tenths of degrees above my cover line. I’ll be more relaxed about this if my temp continues to rise tomorrow, but from the looks of things, I ovulated on CD19 this cycle.
So now what?
I guess I’m in my ever glorious 2ww? As some of you gals know from my last cycle, I hate peeing on all the things. HATE it. It has something to do with my extreme sensitivity to any sort of disappointment. I pretty much embody the term “ignorance is bliss” and would rather be blissfully unaware that this cycle failed than know 3 days before my period and have to live with it. It causes me a great deal of anxiety to know that a period is imminent. Goal is to pee on something on 13 dpo if no spotting is happening, and to NOT symptom spot like a maniac before then. If I learned one thing from last cycle, it’s that progesterone symptoms and pregnancy symptoms are sometimes identical. Oh, and fuck you, Dr. Google.
Other than praying to the cystic Gods that inhabit my ovaries every night this week, I have been quite busy/freaked out about the Chemistry class I’m taking this semester in order to finish my nursing school prerequisites (I want to go back to school to become a Nurse Practitioner in women’s health). This class is by far the most difficult I’ve ever taken, and I need to get a decent grade in order to get into a good nursing school program. Much like my annoyance at the 20 year old who sneezes near a penis and gets pregnant and then bitches about it for 9 months, I have found myself generally annoyed with the 22 year olds in my class whose only “job” is to go to school and do well in Chemistry, but bitch about how “stressed” by life and a night class they are. I start muttering things about fertile windows, a full time job that sucks the life out of me, and medical bills, and they look at me with a mixture of pity and relief that they’re not “that old person” yet.