Our FW came to a somewhat abrupt end what a) I ovulated a day earlier than anticipated and b) I ovulated from the left side. Holy shit! That hasn’t happened since October or thereabouts. What woke you up, left ovary? The need to produce a sinister baby, perhaps? Hmm?
(Why do I persist in the belief that our child will be Damien Thorn? Maybe because of his or her parents. And my unremitting crush on Sam Neill?)
(That reference right there dates the hell out of me. What business do I have trying to have a kid when I heard Pharrell Williams’ “Happy” for the first time last Wednesday?)
(I think I just answered my own question — the world needs some kind of ironic savior, even if he or she is the Anti-Christ.)
Devilish digressions aside, our timing was excellent (per usual). I’m going to go out on a limb here and say: I’m hopeful now (instead of pretending to not care or saying it at the end of a cycle). I hope, want this to be it. I want Baby TTC Writer to be with us around Presidents’ Day next year. Yeah, that means a vacation during the no-man’s land between then and Memorial Day probably isn’t happening. But that’s okay, kid. Really, feel free to make your appearance. We’ll take you to the beach that summer, okay?
C’mon, biology. Do your thing!