And that’s just unfair.
After today’s physical signs, even counting magpies (or should it be magpi??) in the back trees isn’t giving me much reason to get hopeful. We shot these guys this afternoon, with cameras only I hasten to add! The four of them were up there mocking me with their four for a boy rhyme… grrr…
Why so bitter? Well, take a look at the temps for yourself. That and I did do the test today and it was so white it could have been sponsored by Daz (washing powder for my US friends ). So I’m bitter and fed up and next cycle is out due to the holiday. Probably a good thing really. It’ll give us chance to regroup and work out how best to redo the donor thing. It’s not working – best chances are meant to happen if a certain swimming army is around every other day for the week around ovulation. As things are we get a hurried syringe on the LH day and two days after. I’m not convinced our chances are that high even if I was firing on both pistons. So a month out may give us time to get back to the drawing board and work out how we arrange a better average, and hopefully a more relaxing scenario. There’s also the consideration that actually this might not work, and am I ready to accept that and just move on. I’m not, not yet, but it is becoming more of a reality with every failure.
So, now just waiting for af, who so far is laying low.
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