nocoffee there is a reason I faff about with a bbt thermometer every morning, and it is precisely because I can't face the thought of becoming an expert in my own intimate secretions. Not to mention that other favourite, ratching about in my fanjo to ascertain the current position of my cervix, and then - AND THEN! - recording it on the Fertility Friend website, so they can decide if I've ovulated. I mean, what next? Inspecting my poo for evidence of increased luteinising hormone? Slitting open a pigeon in manner of Greek oracle to see if the Signs are Right? You can take this baby thing too far. Am all for getting to know my body, but like all good friendships, there are limits. I almost certainly have mortifying cellulite on the backs of my legs, but that doesn't mean I want to have a look.
The good thing about doing the temperature thing is it can also cut the imaginary symptoms headwrecker down too - if your temperature drops, then you're probably going to be breaking out the mooncup in a matter of hours, itchy nose/strange acne/funny twitch in your leg notwithstanding. Well, technically, anyway...
Sorry for the grump. My period's due on Saturday and am getting what seems to be a prolonged trailer for the main event - which, if I were in a better mood - I'd hope was implantation bleeding, but 14 months down the line, I know probably isn't. Just to rub it in, if I had managed to get knocked up this month, the estimated due date would have been my birthday. Grrr.
But, in better news, my dog had puppies last month! Two greedy boys and a small but adorable little girl. Puppy love all round. Much nicer than children, less likely to demand a wii and private education, etc, etc.
cosmo good luck with DH's MRI scan - is it a new treatment where they read men's minds to find out exactly how much they understand the whole conception process? And ski don't worry about the vacant sex swing - apparently by the time the egg drops it's a bit late anyway. But am liking the new comatose approach to child-rearing plan.