Did I ever tell you that story of how I finally had to tell my boss that we were TTC? Yeah, it was August, right before I got the BFP. I was so convinced that I was not + and was prepared to do IVF in October.
She had a lot of travel scheduled for me the same month and I told her I couldn’t do it….and she asked why…and well, I had to tell her.
It has ended up being a really good thing. She has a son, 18 months old, is the same age as me, suffered an early miscarriage this summer while TTC #2 and we’ve been able to talk about a lot of things.
What I didn’t realize is that we are on the same.exact.cycle. And did I mention she is TTC as well?
And that we are a 2-person team? If we get pregnant at the same time…oh dear.
I admit I’m jealous that she is the same age as me and tonight has access to fresh, free sperm.
I don’t want it to feel like a contest…but it feels a little like a race.
Day 14. I’ve been temping, charting, peeing on sticks. I find it very reassuring that my body is doing exactly what it is supposed to be doing. My chart looks excellent, I’ve got EWCM, I’m surging and…I must be releasing intoxicating pheromones because last night FOUR guys blatantly hit on me as I was walking and 2 this morning on my way to work. They must smell my body is ripe for baby making…it’s crazy. I have something they want and they have something I need. It would be so easy…except for that pesky lesbian business.
Sitting out a cycle has been relatively stress-free and easy. I’ve enjoyed it up until this day when I just want to get my hands on some sperm.