Into the second week of the 2ww. It's much easier this month. I think because I don't honestly think we had much of a shot at anything since we're going solo without any heroic efforts by us or our doctors. Dear husband still woke me up at 5:30 every morning to take my temps, and I peed faithfully on the Ov Predictor Stick. Both gave us clear direction on when our "optimum" day(s) were, and we dutifully performed as required. But, it just seems, that without loads of additive hormones coursing through my veins, that there isn't a lot of hope.
As bleak as that sounds, it's been really refreshing. I'm not nearly the crazy lunatic I've been in the past months (still crazy, just not as intensely crazy), and I don't have my panties all in a bunch wondering if it all "took." We're just trying to slow down and enjoy the spirit of Christmas. We'll get back on that horse next month, or even the month after, and proceed with caution.
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