I got a positive OPK this morning. On CD 11. In shock, I checked my cervix and it was soft and open and producing some nice mucus. Fertility Friend says I am to ovulate sometime between CD 11 and CD 13. This is bananas. With and without Clomid my typical ovulation day is right at CD 19. This is so fun! It is so fast! It is like a whirlwind! I love Femara! Continue reading
Today I’m feeling blue. While walking around the botanical gardens on Sunday I noticed that my breasts were a bit sensitive. Yesterday I woke up and noticed they were really sensitive. This is a side effect of Femara, so I didn’t think much of it. As I sat down at our kitchen table yesterday morning to check email, news, Facebook, blogs, etc., I leaned against the table and noticed that my right breast was really sore. In fact, as I spent a moment bringing my awareness to my breasts, they both weren’t sore. Just my right.
During June’s ICLW I did an introduction in numbers. Call me lazy, but I did not tally the number of OPKs and HPTs that I’ve used throughout this journey. Emily at A Blanket 2 Keep is doing a giveaway and she inspired me to count things up. The total? Sixty-nine OPKs and 44 HPTs. Clearly, I’m not messing around.
Also, if you are a winner, which you all are, check out Jenn’s giveaway at The Future Fords.
A big thank you and note of appreciation to these ladies, as well as Cristy at Searching For Our Silver Lining, for their community-building efforts. I really appreciate all of you!
Four seasons are my favorite. I like four distinct seasons, none of which have to be so unruly that my health is in danger. Denver has four beautiful seasons. It gets cold, but not too cold. It gets hot, but not too hot. Spring and fall are both glorious in the Mile High City. Four beautiful seasons.
I miss the four temperate (to me) seasons. It was 115 degrees yesterday here in the desert. Today’s temperature is estimated to reach 120 degrees. That’s right: one hundred and twenty degrees. I woke up early yesterday to get a start to the day, hoping to run a 3.66 mile route through some local neighborhoods. Alas, I did not check the thermostat before I started and, as it turns out, at 7:45 it was already 90 something degrees. Suffice it to say I did not complete the run.
As we moved through June, I thought that 110 was the point at which I began to lose my shit, but I was wrong. Yesterday I officially lost my shit. It went something like this. 1) Run Errands. 2) Sweat profusely. 3) Run errands. 4) Sweat and chafe profusely. 5) Fail to find necessary items. 6) Sweat profusely and feel sick. 7) Pull up to our garage. 8) Garage won’t open. 9) Sit in air-conditioned car contemplating the need to enter the heat. Again. 8) Run around front and enter garage through alternate entry. 9) Grab remote opener and hurl it to the ground wherein it shatters in pieces. 10) Hurl some expletives and enter the safety of my house. For the record, the point at which I lose my shit is 115 degrees with almost zero humidity. However, I blame the Clomid.
In other news, I’m currently on CD 13 during Cycle #14. I started the OPKs on CD 10 and much to my surprise they started getting much, much darker on CD 11. Yesterday my test, if not positive, was damn near there. It would be super duper exciting to ovulate today or tomorrow. Unheard of really. So, I’m checking my expectations and acknowledging that I am probably just experiencing a stronger than usual mini-surge leading to my normal ovulation pattern where I ovulate between CD 17 and CD 19.
Did you know that extreme heat can affect sperm? My research is a bit spotty here (ie lazy) but I am going to interpret these research results broadly. As a result, since I may or may not ovulate today or tomorrow, I am not going to go outside. I would hate to harm the swimmers by getting too hot.
OMG. I got a for real positive OPK this morning. All this time, all those sticks, never a positive one in sight. Don’t misunderstand me here. I have been ovulating, but it is a “weak” ovulation (in the words of my RE). When I am getting closer to ovulation my OPKs always kinda look positive if you squint and dim the lights. I count that as positive. But, this morning? A for real positive, as in a test line darker than a control line. That was really fucking fun.
Due to the fact that I’m living out of a hotel room with Big Guy in Palm Springs, I quickly realized that I did not have the alcohol wipes for the trigger shot. I briefly considered skipping the alcohol wipe, but then had some misgivings about the potential of an infection. So, I ambled on over to Rite Aid and picked up some wipes. I was planning on putzing around the interwebs at a coffee shop, so I stirred things up in my car and injected myself in my belly in the parking lot.
While mixing things up I briefly wondered if anyone was going to become alarmed at the sight of a woman clearly preparing a syringe of something in her car in the parking lot of a Rite Aid. Mid-injection I heard sirens right behind me. ”For real?”, I thought. Not for real. An ambulance passing through. However, for one moment I envisioned lecturing some police officers about infertility sensitivity and NIAW.
This is my first trigger shot, so I wasn’t sure what to expect. I was alarmed at the stinging and burning. It lasted for about ten minutes. About an hour later I noticed that the injection site was kinda poofy and painful to touch. This hasn’t gone away. My sensitive right ovary is no longer sensitive. My cervix is no longer quite so fertile. I’m now bloated and exhausted. I feel as if I climbed a mountain today. I did not. I went to the post office, drank some decaf at a coffee shop while madly preparing ICLW comments, ate at a natural grocery, and watched the latest episode of Revenge. This is not climbing a mountain.
Anyone else have a weird reaction to the trigger at the injection sight? Any other side effects I should be aware of?