But still no sign of my period.
I did a pregnancy test just to make absolutely sure. Negative.
I've never had such a fucked-up cycle before.
Currently 10 DPO. My temp usually stays high way longer than this.
Right now, I just want my sodding period to show up so we can start again on this treadmill.
But also? The thought of another round of duty se.x, whether we want to or not, makes me want to cry.
I want to take a month off. From temps and checking my cerv.ix and se.x when the signs are right.
But if I have another cycle a week (or more!) longer than usual, and I don't know what's going on, I think I'll scream.
I can't bear the thought of thinking there's a possibility I'm pregnant, when really I just ovulated even later.
Anyway, I'd still have to keep taking folic acid, just in case. I'd still want to keep my alcohol intake down.
But there's also a tiny part of me just wants to give up.
Is the dream of children of our own really worth taking such a toll on our mental health?
I may have said this before – but we keep doing the same thing each month, again and again, but expecting a different outcome.
Isn't that the very definition of insanity?