Fertility signs seem to be creeping in as the week progresses, so we’ve asked Mr. G for a Friday shipment. I’ll probably O on Saturday like last time, so timing won’t be too bad, especially if we save a little for Saturday morning.
I don’t think I mentioned that I was an idiot last month. Yes, I was. A big one. While reviewing some chapters in Stephanie Brill’s wonderful book, and all of her tips on insemination, I had a forehead-smacking moment. “Avoid swimming for twenty-four hours after insemination.” I went swimming on the day of our insemination. In a chlorinated pool. I think we killed the sperm last month. It’s not like it was right afterward, but it certainly wasn’t a full day–not even twelve hours. It was more like three or four. I’m really not this stupid. It was just hot out, and having recently moved from the land of no-outdoor-swimming-pools-because-it will-never-in-one’s-life-be-warm-enough-to-swim-outdoors, I never really thought about the dangers of swimming; it wasn’t part of my reality. Now I live in a climate that gets downright hot, and swimming has become a necessity to keep this cold climate gal from suffering heat stroke when it’s 80. Still, what was I thinking? Clearly, I wasn’t. Clearly, I was thinking, I need to cool down. I need to pass the time before my cruise. I need to be an idiot. Needless to say, I won’t be swimming this time, despite the heatwave that is due to hit us this weekend. Instead, I’ll dangle my toes in the water and think about making our baby. (See below–and Rachel’s comment–for update.)
Hopefully, as we hold our niece for the first time, J and I will be biting our tongues to keep from sharing that we’re pregnant too. A girl can dream, can’t she?
**ETA: Thank you, Rachel at Highway TTC for permission to unsmack my head and for the really great information. You’re right: while Brill can offer some great advice, I do typically take her with a grain of salt. I’ll continue to do so.