So I’ve been testing twice a day this month. Yesterday was very negative, I was starting to worry if I was actually going to ovulate this cycle. This morning I was greeted by the most positive OPK ever (like the control line looked weak next to the test line). This evening it’s a weaker positive.
I joked with Latte (whose birthday it is today) that if we really wanted to we could probably rush the sperm and pick it up tomorrow. We’re not going to, but this cycle has been crazy good with fertility signs (temping and CM have been all very clear). Here’s hoping next cycle with come in 14 days and have just as clear signs!
Anyway, it’s Latte’s birthday, not a major one, but the last one before I certain major one. 🙂 We’re going out for karaoke later. I’m a bit sleepy, I woke up at 5 with energy this morning. Part of me wanted to get up and do a 20 minute workout and a lot of me wants to go for a two mile run again, but I must save my energy to survive being up late tonight.
Tonight I’ll be the Designated Driver (because that’s how I roll, on the plus side this means nobody’ll be able to tell when we’re pregnant since I don’t really drink anyway), and tomorrow I’ll get back on the workout train. One of my coworkers had a good conversation with me about how we both want to work out during lunch. If I’m not the only one, I’ll do it! 30 minutes on a stationary bike here I come!
Also, Latte asked me to pose a question here: How does everyone feel about finding out the sex of the baby before birth? I don’t think it’s a big deal, Latte is against it for admittedly irrational reasons and wants to know how others handle it.