Well the weekend came and went in a whirl. Saturday and most of Sunday was spent painting trying to get my house into show home condition.
In the meantime, on the fertility front, I've been doing my OPK's (Ovulation Prediction Kits) and no sign as yet of the double pink line telling me to BABY DANCE. Mind, you we've been baby dancing like billyo - pulling all kinds of Saturday night fever moves!. It's kind of hard to know when my period truly arrived as there was spotting for a day or two. So I'm guessing tonight could be day 12 (and still nothing.).
But possibly all the drugs are interfering with the ovulation or else I'm having some sort of panic that at the big 40, you don't ovulate EVERY month? But I've got all the signs - The cervical mucus has increased and is starting to get sticky and looking like egg white. I've also got the thundering headache which signals hormonal changes.
Just got some bad news tonight. My partner's uncle died of cancer - it was a fairly long battle. It's sad to see old people leave the world almost as they come into the world - like babies - unable to look after themselves. So this evening I'm sure will be an emotional one in my house. One door opens and another one closes.
Last night as I was falling asleep I told my partner I really want the privilege to pass on all I've learnt to a little son or daughter.
I truly do.
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