Like I Said.

All is dandy until about 7dpo, and then the chart explodes. Take a gander at this lovely temp dive:

I’m not even going there with the “maybe it’s implantation!?!” nonsense because every time I have any sort dip, it’s NEVER implantation. I don’t think I slept weird, aside from sleeping shirtless because I itch like crazy, but I woke up about as warm as usual. I actually thought my temp would be high again from how warm I was. I do not think it’s AF coming, it’s so early and I am not cramping as of this minute ::knocks on wood::. Who knows! By the way, charting is stressing me out, again, but I can’t stop because I am pretty much over the halfway point. Must. Keep. Charting!

DH has his second SA tomorrow morning at 7:30. I do not know how long it will take for the results to come in, but I will make sure DH asks when he gets to the RE’s office tomorrow. I wish by some miracle it would be worlds better than last time in the morphology department, but I guess I’ll have to be “patient” and wait.

Oh, and I HATE MY JOB!!!!!! It’s been one of those days where everything on Earth is “my” fault… as usual. (For the record, nothing was MY fault)

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