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OK, first of all, this isn't the "post when I ovulate," like, I am not ovulating RIGHT NOW. This is the story of when
I ovulated, which actually happened last week. I am about to share with
you more information than I am sure you EVER wanted to know, so if you
are squeamish about women's "business," such as reproduction,
menstruation and fertile bodily fluids, then I suggest that you move on
to your next destination, cause this post is for MY SISTAS!
Some
of you may know that before I had my daughter, I was diagnosed with
PCOS (polycystic ovarian syndrome), a disorder in which you RARELY
ovulate, and for most women affected by it, it is very difficult to get
pregnant. Yeah, it SUCKS. Sucks eggs, actually (pun fully intended). So
when I found out, I was appropriately devastated and wanted to know
immediately what to do to trick my body into ovulating so my husband
and I could get pregnant. Well, I went on a little miracle drug called
Metformin, which helped me ovulate every month and a half instead of
two-three times a year and within three months of being on it, I was
preggo! DING! We have a winner! It was great and I had my daughter,
ya-da-ya-da-ya-da, you know the deal. But I still had this cloud
hanging over me that I wouldn't be able to conceive again, or that it
would be really difficult.
Well, this was fine until The One Where I Changed My Mind
(check out this post and you will now what I am talking about) because
I wasn't even sure I wanted to have more kids. But lo and behold, that
damn biological clock picked up where it left off and started ticking
on me again. After a long, mature and heartfelt discussion with my
hubby (ha, yeah right) about whether we should have another baby, we
decided that yes, we would probably start trying again after we had
moved into our new house and got settled. I was fine with that.
Until last week, when the unthinkable happened.
First
let me explain to you that I was on birth control, simply to make sure
we didn't have an "oops!" when we weren't ready, and to make my life
easier by having shorter, lighter periods at the same time each month.
But three weeks ago, I ditched the little jelly ring so I could "try"
to get my body back on track before we started to try to conceive. I
was imagining months of no period, followed by dreadfully long, heavy
periods (like I always had before), followed by a trip to the OB/GYN
where I would be poked and prodded and put on more medication. But,
last week, while I was minding my business, sitting at my computer
working (aka blogging), I got this strange sensation.
"Ouch!" I
thought to myself. I had this stabbing pain on the right side of my
abdomen and all of a sudden, I got a flashback of the day I conceived
my daughter (yes, I do know the EXACT day; if you have ever "charted"
your cycle, then you know what I mean) and that unmistakable feeling
that I had all that day. There is NO other feeling like it. It is not
like cramps, it is not like gas. I have had an appendicitis and it is
not like that either. It is a very distinct, sharp pain like someone is
poking you in the ovaries. Yes, people, you guessed it--
I WAS OVULATING!!!
My
heart jumped into my throat and I did the quick mental math. I had
ended my period about two weeks before, which would mean that, right
off of the birth control, I was ovulating ON TIME!!! In my head I am
thinking "no frikkin' way!" and I blew it off as a fluke. But for the
whole rest of the afternoon, I felt that pain off and on. And lo and
behold, whilst going to the ladies', I found the telltale sign. The
sign that ONLY means you are as fertile as a redneck--EGG WHITE
CERVICAL MUCUS (OK, I told you I was going to discuss female bodily
fluids, so don't go lookin' at me like that!) Again, for any of you who
have charted your fertility in order to get pregnant, you know that
having stretchy, egg white-like mucus means that you are extremely
fertile and it is the best stuff for those little guys to swim through
to get to their destination. I must have sat in the bathroom staring at
it for at least ten minutes, in total disbelief that I was fertile.
So
of course I am having visions of jumping on this opportunity to catch
that little egg before
