June is here and I amstill quite diligent of my sexual routine, but when I started with odd days and had to switch to even, I thought that all was lost. It was then that sex became a chore for me as well as my husband. I felt lost that I did not know what to do and that I was doing something wrong. I enjoyed sex once it finally happened, but getting there was an awkward, teenage, crush that needed to be stopped. Again, 2 negative pregnancy tests.
Now that I’m currently in July, and officially trying for 3 months, I decided to throw everything out of the window that I thought was working in the first place. I wasn’t planning sex anymore and would just have it when we wanted to have it. My diet has still been in full swing, even though I find myself having the dreaded chocolate shake or frappaccino or the like. I also didn’t want to deprive myself, so bottoms up. Day 4 or 5 into my period, I noticed that it was already gone. Having a 3-4 day period was quite abnormal for me since I can recall when I had regular periods without being on the Pill for at least 7 days. Something was definitely up. On day 6, it happened. On a usual route to the bathroom, I was getting ready to toss out my feminine product as my period was obviously over and there it was, clouded and gooey, like I remember so many times before making it official that we were ready to conceive: I was ovulating. There was the discharge in my underwear and I screamed in the bathroom, “Holy Shit!” My husband asked what was wrong and I told him. Of course, there was a planned sexual romp that day, even though we’ve already had sex twice before. I knew that this was my chance to catch the sucker before I completely missed out.
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