Okay, I think I ovulated yesterday....had a really sharp pain in right side, off and on for about ten minutes yesterday, plus loads of EWCM yesterday and day before. CP was high, but not as soft as I remembered from last time. And of course, we didn't manage to BD anywhere near it.
DP's 13 weeks PG future SIL and his brother were up to visit yesterday and it put us both in a worse mood. I had to keep smiling while future SIL (who is barely 21 with no qualifications and a bit work-shy) tells me about MSN groups for PCOS and how they've got special diets and the like that might help me. I know she's trying to be helpful, but I just want to say 'look dear, I've got it covered thanks'. I know she feels sorry for me because we're still trying, but I really really really don't want pity off this girl.
We sat through discussions on their ambition to get a council house now that they're PG, but of course they can't get one because they're white. I smiled through gritted teeth as, during dinner, DP's brother noted the lack of 'Asians & Blacks' in the Trafford Centre (meaning this as a positive). DP is depressed because his brother wasn't like this before he took up with little miss racist. Then we got to hear about how they think they should report future SIL's sister and her fiance to social services because there are always bruises on their 1 and 3 year olds and they go for 9 hours without nappy changes and pick them up by yanking them up by one arm. There's always someone worse. And why do these people get to have kids? I don't even know where I'm going with this, it's all just so depressing. DP and I went to bed in grumpy moods, and we have to see them again today before they go back. Glad it's a short visit, don't think either of us could take much more.
On the plus side, the house is finally getting straighted up and unpacked, I found my alarm clock, and I've got another reflexology appointment on Tuesday.