Heading towards the wrong side of 35 with no baby in sight.
Saturday, March 13, 2010
The Fortune Cookie Lied
Yesterday, I was 13 DPO with a record-high bbt of 98.6. I felt that I had reason to be hopeful. It was my first month on Clomid. My LH surge was so strong I ovulated within 24 hours, on Day 16 with the full moon. The stars were going to align. I could feel it in the little pinches in my uterus.
DH and I went out for Chinese, and we joked gaily about this fortune that I drew. We've had a lot of bizarre luck with fortune cookies in the years past, and this was perfect. Unambigiously optimistic, well-timed, written in quirky-yet-catchy bad english. I saved it, envisioning that it would go into the scrapbook along with the positive pregancy test I was going to surely get in a few days.
This morning, I am 14 DPO with a record bbt drop to 97.5. I have been here before. Enough times to know that even if the fortune cookie lied, the thermometer never does.
The term came to me after I first read Womb4Improvement's Lexicon (the first time I ever truly laughed about IF). I could never formulate a good enough definition to submit it, but the word brought to mind a whimsical combination of obstetricians and sticks (the ones we pee on, the ones that are stuck into us) - plus the more obvious homophonic meaning. Updated to add: Obstickles is in the lexicon now! Woo-hoo! I feel like a blogosphere celebrity!!!
Cast of Characters
Stickles: recovering perfectionist, occasional drama queen, and pursuer of motherhood Mr. Stick (DH): my loving, patient, and occasionally clueless husband Fetch: the best dog ever, recipient of all my pent-up maternal energy Dr G (RE): as in Dr. "Ganesh," after the divine remover of obstacles - get it? The Poke Clinic: my supportive team of acupuncturists