If all goes well, we’ll be getting our sperm tomorrow. I’m nervous, though, that my guesses may be off. Everything was telling me yesterday to have Mr. Goodman send the goods today, so I gave him the go ahead. Now, it looks like I could ovulate Friday in which case a Thursday insemination would not be a bad thing necessarily, but my OPKs are still very faint as of this morning. That doesn’t mean they won’t be darker by tonight, but I’m beginning to doubt myself. In fact, my head hurts with all of these attempts to predict what my body will do. I wish my ovaries would speak to me. I wish I knew for sure when this was going to happen. This is such a mindfuck!