Well back to taking my temperature in the morning like the old days. Fertility Friend does make it easier than jotting stuff down on a perpetually missing sheet of paper.
My temps are up and down and cm is all over the place. I think my fertility situation looks like my kitchen after a big party. You know, cigarette butts in the carpet and dirty dishes in the sink. It's too busy tryng to straighten up after the miscarriage to know what to do next. I hate that feeling. It will be nice to get back to a normal period again and have everything all tidy.
We visited Seb's parents who by way of our big mouths early on knew about the miscarriage. They really acted strange with us, not talking about much really other than the weather and small talk. I can't explain it but they just seemed so awkward. I just felt like there was this giant elephant in the middle of the room the whole time. I was alone in the kitchen with Seb's mom a few times and she said NOTHING. Finally I stopped trying to fill in the conversation gaps and then it got really silent. It was like I became invisible over the weekend.
And of course I was drinking a lot of wine because I wasn't worried about being all prudish, just concerned really with drowning some sorrows and getting even with my body for making me be so "perfect" when I was pregnant. Of course to his family two glasses constitutes abuse so I look like a real floozie with my double and yes, triple glasses. The women in his family almost always say no to more than their usual polite half a glass. I'm sure his mother was thinking "no wonder she has miscarriages with all that alcohol abuse!" Well, it couldn't be helped. Seb's father who never has any good wine on the table actually pulled out a dusty bottle of 1996 Puilly Fumé. My eyes lit up, "where did THAT come from!" He and the rest treated it like any other 2 euro bottle but I drank three glasses very quickly (so as to get the majority of the bottle for myself!) This probably didn't help my image much but I had a very enjoyable bottle practically to myself.
About Me
- christine
- Formation: Bachelor Degree in Humanities and World Religious – Université de Floride (1999) Associate of Arts degree – St Petersburg College de Floride (1997) Certificat TEFL (Teaching of English as a Second Language) - (2001)
2 comments:
Welcome back to charting. I keep saying that I'll only chart long enough to confirm O, but I torture myself for the whole cycle. My spirits follow my temps.
Here is something sad. Baby E. is so used to seeing me with my pink thermometer in the morning that she has started grabbing it off the nightstand and imitating me. Nothing quite like seeing a 13 month old with the bbt. KWIM?
Pass the wine.
Yes Em I forgot how nervewracking charting is. I'm so eager to see where my rise is. But my chart looks like it has landmines in it.
Too funny about E. Hey, there's nothing wrong with knowing your body at a young age.
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