When I woke up this morning and realized that my breasts no longer hurt... at all... I knew it was probably because of the temp drop that I had the day before and/or that I was going to experience another probable temp drop this morning. Temp drop = relief from discomfort like sore bbs, nausea, etc... Temp drop = pregnancy is over ie: miscarriage. Temp drop = bad news in the world of pregnancy and trying to conceive. Sure enough, there it was... 97.33 another imment sign that aunt flo is on her way. Well I made it to a 9 day luteal phase so that's good. Let's see how much longer it can go. I did an opk this morning just for kicks. The last time I was pregnant I had a bunch of opk strips laying around but no hpts. I read online that hcg and fsh are similar chemicals in the body and a strong opk after you've ovulated could be indicative of a positive hpt. So I had an opk that was in the middle this morning. Certainly not 100% positive but not 100% negative either. I just want to groan and yelp right now. So I guess I didn't even get pregnant this cycle? Did my hubris of "we get pregnant so easily but can't make it stick" finally come back to bite me in the ass? Yes. Apparently now, I can't even get pregnant... which kind of makes me wonder...... I don't know. Is it a sperm issue? I highly doubt it. Let's face the facts here folks. I am 35. Of course this was happening when I was 34 too. But still, I'm no spring chicken. My husband is young and healthy and a handsome bugger to boot. It can't be him. And even if it was him, I wouldn't want him to know. Why should he? We can't (or won't) do anything (invasive) about it and it would just crush him. He doesn't need that. :( Me? I can handle this. My body is obviously not having it. Sometimes we need to go with the flow I guess. And in this sad case... go with the aunt flo. Happy Saturday! Bah.
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