My crosshairs have gone dotty.
This seemingly gibberish sentence has a whole lot of weight and impact, if you’re familiar with the TTC world of Fertility Friend. After eight days of wonky low temperatures, Fertility Friend has decided that my ovulation didn’t actually happen. Or, if it did, it was a crappy one. So now I am hovering between being nearly finished the two-week-wait, or just beginning the whole process. Come on, body! Do something predictable for once in your life, please!
It’s CD 29 and I have no clue what’s going on. But I’ll welcome the distractions that are coming in the form of my last day at work (sad), a kitchen packed with moving boxes (bittersweet) and a 26 foot moving truck making an appearance (slightly scary).