2 days ago
Extra, extra, read all about it. New episode from #ourjourneytoparenthoodthehardway I should've been called Annie..... Here's the preview.. I'm so impatient when it comes to waiting for anything even more so when I'm waiting to pee on sticks or for Mr blobby to rear it's ugly head, my mam and dad should've called me Annie and I would've definitely lived up to the phrase of been an impatient one!
Officially entered the two week wait for round 3, need to keep myself busy for these next two weeks or I may start peeing on sticks far too early again. At least I know that I definitely ovulated on cd25, which some people will think that's quite late, but for me it's about right as having a 35 to 37 day cycle gives it plenty of time to become a sticky bean.
1-3 dpo (days past ovulation) I felt literally nothing, almost normal and then 4dpo I start to spot and think for f***s sake were out again, this is just getting old now! So there I was running to the toilet to do knicker checks every two mins to see if it had changed colour, or Mr blobby had full on shown up early, but nope nothing... 5dpo and the spotting from day 4 has stopped and is now a lovely white squelch. Started to relax again as I started to think our luck was changing, and this might actually be our month, oh what a thought as it would be an Christmas day due date, if it was right on track, back to reality and all I felt were slight cramping, almost spasm like pains in my back and right side, I did eventually put that down to over doing it at the gym. Oh yeah I almost forgot to say, I get to use my favourite swear word twice a week, sometimes 3 if I'm really lucky! The bestie has been nagging me to go with her for months, and I was like no way! Not a chance you will see me in that place, but I caved,and we found a quiet gym, literally, it's like a ghost town, partially because nearly all the machines are f****d, it could probably do with condemning. I'm actually waiting for the day that I end up falling through the ceiling, but we make the most of it. I really think me and Sarah just go there for a good rant, and a rave, with our cheesy pop songs and clubland we dance, errrrrm I mean workout to.