The Post I Have Always Dreamed Of Writing…

No, I’m not pregnant.

But…I think I ovulated. For the first time in EIGHTEEN MONTHS.

(It helps if you picture calendar pages rippling off—it’s a long time, isn’t it?)

When I woke up Friday morning, my temperature was up by an entire half degree.
Probably a fluke, I thought to myself, heart drumming with excitement.
But it was still up the next day. And today—well, it dipped a little, but it is still high.

I started to count the number of severe intestinal episodes I have had in the last few months, since beginning the Metformin, but I stopped. If this worked, they were all worth it.
Progesterone test on Thursday.

p.s. Oh, and is it a coincidence that “Metformin” left me a comment yesterday?