I'm 2dpo today (April 21st, 2017). I began this cycle on April 4th (my 3rd PP cycle). I ovulated a day or two earlier than my usual, which could be due to some fertility supplement I'm taking - which I'll go into detail about in a future post. Here's my positive OPK progression: My test on CD 15 around 1pm was the first one I considered positive, but then my 8pm test as well as my CD 16 tests were also positive. My most positive test was on CD 16 around noon. This is the only one where the test line was darker than the control line, though not dramatically so. This is what I would consider to be my peak day, also the last day of ewcm and the day I felt ovulation pain (around 6-7pm that day). I don't always feel O pains, but they were very prominent this month and on the right ovary. This is my chart as of today (2dpo): I'm hoping to see my crosshairs tomorrow at 3dpo! This is the best looking chart I've had yet - which gives me hop...
Ugh. That's the only word I can use for today. BFN Wondfo and FRER with FMU. Like not even a hint of a line. I really feel like this is the end of the line and AF will be here by Sunday (12dpo), Monday at the latest. I'm just so fed up with it all, and when I get to this point in my cycle where I've realized the chances of a BFP are slim to none, I just think...ok let's just get on with it then. I know they say 10 dpo is still really early but it's actually not. Not when you have pregnancy tests that pick up extremely low levels of hcg. And yes some don't get bfp until 11, 12 dpo or even later but they're the exception, not the rule. At least it feels that way. So yeah....just waiting on the witch to arrive. I hope my Clomid arrives in time for me to use it. It's sitting in customs in NYC at the moment. This mornings stupid BFN's..... *Update* I got some sleep finally, and woke up w...
Well here we are in November. I’m very conflicted right now because I’m just to that point where I don’t know what else to do to get pregnant. I’ve done everything that’s within my power. Part of me wants to just throw my hands up and give up. I’m almost 40. DH is 47. My girls are 14 and 15. Maybe it’s just too late. I have to be okay with the possibility of not having a baby. And I’m so not okay with that, but I don’t know what else to do. As the holidays creep closer and the anniversary of Jackson’s birth/death nears, I just feel this heaviness, this weight that I can’t seem to shake and the closer it gets, the more anxious I feel. I don’t understand why this happened to me. I so badly want to just erase it and start again. I want my son. And that, I cannot have. At least not in this life. AF was four days long, fairly heavy. Then there was four days of spotting. I am not temping this cycle...
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