Hi everyone. My first post. I haven't lurked long but I thought this might be a more healthy way to channel my ttc anxiety than scrutinizing every twinge in my body over and over again. Every five minutes I decide I'm pretty sure I'm preggers, then I change my mind, then I burp and change my mind back. Not the best way to spend two weeks.
A little about me. DH and I are both 32. We've been "trying" since December 2006. That is in quotes because we sort of fell into the TWW the first time. We were, in fact, not "trying" -- we just didn't have, how do you say....the right equipment for not "trying." And I -- not having "tried" before -- knew just about nothing about O'ing. It was about one week after my last AF, and I figured that was WAY too soon to be concerned about babies. I was wrong -- I think. After some bizarre behavior on the part of my body (LOTs of bloating/gas, bionic sense of smell, huge globs of CM), I started to suspect. Some quick research suggested these were classic early preggo symptoms. So, with my entire world turned around in the course of a week, I started to adapt to (and love) the idea of having a tiny little addition to our family. We had thought about starting to "try" sometime in mid-2007 anyway.
Well, I didn't have to get used to the idea too much. I had severe cramps about 1.5 weeks after I O'd. Then two days later -- and a little bit early -- AF arrived in full force. I was devastated. Amazingly. I didn't expect to be quite that devastated. But then again -- I never quite imagined I would find myself getting used to the idea of a baby only to have the bottom drop out on me.
My next two cycles were exceptionally long -- 34 days each. I'm usually 28 days like clockwork. We continued to BD at what I guessed were my O days. In retrospect, I suspect I may not even have done so. Perhaps my body was adjusting back from that first month.
Last month, my cycle went back to normal -- 28 days. We did a lot of BDing. But we also took a trip to Italy (thinking it would help the baby-making venture) right around the time I expected to O. Ironically, the travel might actually have messed the O dates up. In any event, no dice last month. So I got serious. I bought a basal thermometer, a ferning microscope, the "Ov-watch" and researched the HECK out of baby-making.
That is where we find ourselves now, dear reader. Armed with all this, I set out to make CYCLE #5 the cycle to remember. It started on April 25. According to the Ov-Watch, I O'd n May 10 (CD 16). We BD'd every other day from CD 8 to CD 11 and then every day from CD 12 to CD 16. Poor DH. I bet, when he was younger, he never imagined there would be a day he would be begging not to BD! Moral of the story -- all the teenage boys out there should be careful what they wish for.
Anyway, today is CD 21 and -- according to Ov-Watch -- 5 dpo. To be honest, I ain't feeling much. Some really slight, dull achiness in the lower abdomen. It could be anything. The spicy food my Mom cooked when she came to visit this weekend. Very late exercise soreness (though I haven't worked out in over a week). Gas. Ulcers. The list could go on. Anything but pregnancy. But I'm really, really keeping my fingers crossed. I don't want to complain because I know there are tons of women who've been through a lot more than me, but I am gettting a little frustrated with the whole process. At this rate, it seems a miracle to me that the human species is able to propogate at all.
Well, that is it for now. Still cramping a little and hoping it continues onto to a BFP. Fingers crossed.