So, despite the fact that the Mr. and I are most certainly, definitely on a hiatus from needles, dildocams and anything else that is sharp and stuck in places where the sun don’t shine, that doesn’t mean that we are eschewing all attempts to get in a family way. We’re most definitely still ‘trying’. Of course, ‘trying’ Old School.
For the first time in over a year, I’ve broken out the thermometer for the morning basal temp and I’ve been charting the results. But, I’m not doing the OPKs and I’m so not doing the hide-the-cervix game. I figure my cervix has earned the right to stay hidden and avoid molestation for a while. The Mr. and I will also indulge in a little afternoon (or morning) delight depending upon the day, on days 12, 14, 16, 18 and 20. We would do it on day 22, but he’ll be out of town. He’ll start cutting back on caffeine and booze as will I.
I have conceived (somewhat) naturally before – with an IUI, so I know that egg and sperm can meet together. Whether they will do anything is beyond my control, so the only thing I’m out is time, some good old fashioned lovin’ and maybe an el cheapo HPT. That’s an investment I can do.