I now understand why people say that trying to get pregnant is exhausting and not a lot of fun. You'd think it would be fun, but honestly, take my word on it. I hate being told what to do on a good day - so being told what to do, how to do it and when to do it by every book and 'expert' is really not a good time. We *think* I ovulated on the weekend (though, since I've been on the pill since I was 16, I really don't know what it's like) so we were on a mission.
My husband is so cute. And mathematical. So there's apparently only a 20% chance that I could get pregnant, based on stats. So he figured we needed to up the odds, by 'trying' at least 5 times while I was ovulating, thereby bringing the % to 100. I know it doesn't work like that, but it was cute anyway.
Long story short, I'm second guessing the Ovulation Predictor Kit's results because they don't match with my body temperature chart. But either way, if I was indeed ovulating, we did everything we could to introduce his guys to my girl. It was weird, mechanical, and decidedly unromantic, but there it is.
So now, we wait 2 weeks, which is going to be killer. But at least the sex will be normal again during this 2 weeks!
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