CD 13. I’m taking it reeeal easy this cycle. Everyone says it happens faster when you’re not trying, right? So fuck it.
I didn’t temp this cycle. I didn’t even start OPKs until today, when I usually start peeing on them like the day after my period stops.
Not taking the prenatal, not chugging green tea, didn’t even buy a pineapple this time.
It’s like, anti-luck. I did all of these things thinking I could jump-start my body and just be knocked up immediately. So now I’m taking the opposite approach. It’s like not giving a needy dog attention. If you turn your back every time it tries to jump on you, it pretty quickly learns to be good and sit, right? Right?!?
Yeah, no, I’m totally not stressing at all…
I’m so full of shit. As always.
Statistically speaking though, unless there’s something wrong with our sperm donor’s junk, this is a good month. Our fourth cycle, I think. They say it takes the average healthy couple up to 6 months to conceive. I don’t know who I’m trying to convince ugh
I hate everything.
I swear if I squint right I can see a shadow of a line but I think I may be fooling myself
I want to wait two days before I test again so I don’t go crazy but I’ll lose my shit tomorrow morning if I don’t so idunno
3 of the girls in my year at Hollins that I was close with are pregnant.
I’m trying so hard not to be upset/jealous/annoyed/sorry for myself
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So we inseminated yesterday, via softcup, in a Chick-fil-a bathroom which I found hilariously ironic. I can’t decide if I actually feel hopeful or not this cycle. We’ll see I guess…
I swear I’m going to strangle our donor
He fucking doesn’t answer my texts all god damn day and then finally texts me back half a god damn hour ago to let me know that something came up and he can’t donate today.
I’m trying so hard not to be pissed off because I understand that this doesn’t matter as much to him but like… mother FUCKER. Why wouldn’t you text me earlier?! There’s nothing that pressing happening, your house is being fumigated. You could have gotten back to me at ANY point today to say that, and maybe then I could have called our back up guy. Now it’s 9pm and what the fuck am I supposed to do?
I’m trying so hard to stay calm but I want to pitch a fit and throw things and scream like a child