For Real

A few weeks ago, before our hellish bout with the flu, BD & I were cuddled up in bed thinking about what was going on this time last year. How excited we were and the planning were doing. I looked at him and told him I was ready to try for another baby, like really ready. Seriously ready to actively try. Surprisingly, he said he felt the same way. The wait & see approach isn't work for either of us any more. We need action & a plan. So . . .

It's serious this time. I broke down and ordered the Clear Blue Fertility monitor & another Basal thermometer. I have the alarm set every morning and my routine down:

1.) Beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep
2.)Convince Jeff to turn off "his" alarm.
3.)Pop thermometer in mouth, listen to "soothing" beeps & try not to fall back asleep.
4.) Memorize temp as I hop out of bed & turn on monitor.
5.) Pee on stick of the sex machine (as BD refers to it) if tells me to or go back to sleep if no sex is in our immediate future.
6.) If pee was neccessary, pop stick into machine & fall back asleep while it calculates our chances of having sex that day.
7.) Wake up to see if BD is going to get lucky or just a blister on his hand.

And that's how my day starts now.