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Here’s a sight for sore eyes…


I’m taking a cautiously optimistic approach to this chart. The solid cross hairs are a good sign, the temp rise is pretty convincing, more convincing than it’s ever been in the past. Also in the past I’ve only ever got the dotted crosshairs that say “we think maybe you ovulated,” the solid crosshairs say “we’re fairly certain.”

So I *think* I’m in the two week wait (2ww) now. I’ve dropped the evening primrose oil and the agnus castus but I’m continuing on with the folic acid and the vitamin b6. I have no idea what length of a luteal phase to expect (chances are it may be short) so I’m hoping the b6 will help that.

I’ve spent a lot of time over the last couple of days googling supplements or foods that can help with implantation. I love the internet, it’s fabulous for getting all sorts of information and for settling arguments over where you saw a particular actor in the tv show or movie before, and in some ways it’s great for getting information on ttc and fertility, but in other ways it’s a ruddy nightmare. Someone at google or microsoft or wherever needs to develop a bullshit filter.

When it comes to fertility, pregnancy and birth, because no one can (or wants to) experiment on pregnant women (and rightly so) an awful lot  information is based on anecdotal evidence. All “official” sources tread a very traditional, conservative and cautious line, so it means that the main source of information most women have are forums which abound with misinformation, disinformation and old wives tales. It’s hard sorting out the fact from the fiction and the harmless from the downright dangerous.

For example roughly half the posts I came across suggested eating pineapple core or drinking pineapple juice to help implantation, the other half said it causes miscarriages. I’m inclined to think that if pineapple does do anything it probably has to be consumed in vast amounts to make any difference (I seem to recall reading that pineapple can bring on labour, but you’d need to eat around 8 of them for them to have any effect – again I don’t know if that is utter bullshit or not). Then there’s people self-medicating with baby aspirin (I’ll admit it’s efficacy is proven and well-understood) or any number of other supplements like natural progesterone cream, agnus castus or soy (I’m guilty of the last two). I could of course have a conversation with my doctor about this but I doubt she’s even heard of them, let alone knows anything much about their actions. I swear by using evening primrose oil to soften the cervix before labour but I’d never discuss it with the uber conservative midwives in my area (there was one in particular I was discussing the position of my baby with before my last homebirth, I told her the baby was left occipito anterior – which was written in my notes by my doctor – and she asked if it meant the baby was breach *face palm*).

Pretty much every site has a disclaimer but it still leaves desperate women in the position of taking potential dangerous substances because of a lack of clear information. For example in the last day alone I’ve read posts from one women with PCOS who is taking huge doses of soy isoflavones and another who was getting their soy from a vitamin complex for menopausal women  (and therefore about 8 times the RDA of vitamin A – a teratogenic substance linked to all sorts of birth defects). Scary stuff.

So back to my plan – 50mg of vitamin B, my recommended dosage of folic acid, lots of fruit, lots of vegetables, lots of fibre, a bit of gentle exercise and switching to caffeine free tea.

And maybe I might have a wee glass of red wine.

Cake and…. other things


I thought for a change I’d leave out the pictures of pee sticks and share instead the fabled Lego cake that I lovingly crafted for my son. I’m happy to report that the party went very well and I’m the mother of an extremely happy (and cake stuffed) child.

I wish all other things were as straight forward. I STILL don’t know what the heck is going on with my body.

Bit of warning – this is where things get a little TMI (though if you regularly read Fertility blogs/forums you should be immune to everything up to and including people posting pictures of their cervical mucus. I promise I will NEVER do that).

So I had a positive OPK on Friday and in addition to that I finally, truly saw the return of egg white cervical mucus (EWCM). I was discussing it with my heterosexual life partner (AKA my best friend with whom I share too much) and I said it’s a bit like when you’re pregnant and you think you might be having a contraction, then you have a real contraction and realise that the difference between what you thought was one and the real thing is about the same as the distance between a tickle and a punch. There have been times over the last year or so when I *thought* I had EWCM and the difference between that and the real deal just made me laugh at my optimism.

The signs were aligning, and then came the final sign – cervical position. During the fertile part of your cycle the cervix should be SHOW, that stands for Soft High Open and Wet. I think my littlest knocked my cervix a kilter on her way out. I used to be able to identify it’s position quite easily, but now when it’s high rather than being in a nice central position it appears to be sort of round a corner. Apparently childbirth can tilt your cervix, fun fact for a Sunday. my cervix was as high as it ever gets and definitely open. All was looking good.

Then I made a fatal error. I had a glass of wine on Thursday night and then I had a couple of glasses of wine on Friday night. I should have known better. Having a drink knocks my temperatures wonky, usually up by as much as a whole degree so my chart is fairly skewed because of it. In an ideal world I would have liked to have seen a temperature dip on Saturday and then a rise today.

What I saw instead was two fairly level temperatures (after a big rise on Friday morning due to the glass of wine on Thursday night).

Did I actually have a temperature dip on Saturday but it was masked because I’d had a drink the night before? I just don’t know.

As for this morning – well the toddlers decided that it would be fun to come into our bed last night so I had a lousy broken night’s sleep.

Charting BBT is reliant on a few things for accuracy, consistency being a big one. Consistency is sadly lacking in my life.

Today CM is drying up, little bit of spotting, negative OPKs, painful boobs when the litte ‘un is nursing, and cervix is back to low, firm and closed. Everything points to ovulation except for my temperature.

Before I sign off I must apologise for showing you a picture of cake and then getting into a detailed discussion about mucus.

Those two things should never meet.

Friday Happy Dance

Now this is without a doubt a positive OPK. The line is even darker than the one I got a couple of days ago (which I was counting as positive, but really now I compare the two it wasn’t).

I know that a positive OPK does not an ovulation make but this is the most encouraging thing I have seen in the past year or more and to say that I am delighted is an understatement, and for a change I’m having all the other signs lining up nicely too.

I think it must have been a combination of the soy isoflavins and cutting back on the breastfeeding that has done it.

I just desperately hope that I see a nice temp rise over the weekend.  Come on egg!

The Monday Morning Pee Stick

 It would just super to say that this is a pregnancy test and it’s my BFP, but it’s not. It’s an ovulation test and I can’t make up my made whether it’s a big fat anything.

Are you confused following this blog? because I’m confused as hell trying to work out what’s going on with my body.

You see on the one hand my temperature had appeared to have risen (they fell again this morning but that’s a whole other story) and that would have suggested that maybe I might have ovulated.  But as I’ve said before I’ve seen this a dozen times and I put no stock in it. It’ll take a baby or a period before I believe it.

So while I was looking at my temps and wondering if my ovaries had woken up I was continuing on with my measures to try and wake them up.This meant taking the cocktail of supplements I posted about last week, including the “natural clomid” Soy Isoflavones. The way my chart has gone over the weekend I think it’s unlikely that I have ovulated but this little test above is giving me just a tiny bit of hope that maybe the soy isoflavones have done their job and maybe I’m going to ovulate. It’s probably a good thing that just by coincidence my hubby has this week booked off work.

You know one day I look forward to posting and saying something definitive, these ifs and buts and maybes are a real pain in the ass.

Dare I hope?

Every morning I log on to the Actively Trying board over at Babycentre and I’m met with a glut of “OMG BFP!!!!” posts.

It’s lovely for the ladies posting of course but it’s probably doing my sense of impatience no good at all. Truth is, when my kids go to nap, I spend a few hours trawling various forums and googling every suggestion for ways to increase fertility. I then spend far too much time going back and forth between my chart on Fertility Friend and on the Taking Charge of Your Fertility site willing those dots to suddenly make some sense.

I missed a few days of temperature taking last week while I was going through the whole pound-shop-shit-test adventure, and I could kick myself for it now because sometime during those three days my temperature started to rise.


Fertility Friend is being not especially helpful either.  It will go as far as to tell me I *may* have ovulated some time between CD5 and CD11. I don’t dare believe it though. I have been through this so many times before, including most recently just after I started this blog. I fully expect my temperature to take a nose dive soon and for them to take away even the suggestion that something might have happened. Still, as always, my hopes are up a little. This is a much more convincing temperature rise than I have ever seen on my chart before. I’ve started taking my temperature at night before I go to bed, not to record it because I know it’s largely meaningless, but I have noticed that it is consistently higher than it’s ever been before. My bedtime temperature is hovering around the 37°C mark, which is at least .5 of a degree higher than it’s ever been before. So now I’m obsessing about whether or not it actually means anything.

It’s amazing the things that you will notice when you’re paying attention. Every twinge takes on new significance, but it rarely means anything. I pointed out the similarity to my husband recently when we were fighting the flea battle. We both had multiple phantom flea bites, every weird tickle had us jumping and scratching and checking for fleas. 99% of the time we found absolutely nothing, but just the idea that there were fleas in the house was enough to have us thinking we were being bitten every five minutes (in truth, during the month long battle we both suffered maybe 8 flea bites each).  It’s the same with symptom spotting. I see so many ladies posting about sore boobs and headaches and sensitivity to smells and a dozen other “signs”, about 50% of those do end up being pregnant (so retrospectively they confirm yes! it’s all a pregnancy sign!) the other half end up with their period.

These temperatures might mean something, but they probably don’t.




Hey Jealousy

My best friend has started charting and I have to admit I’m a little jealous. I’m jealous because she has predictable cycles and her temperature patterns make sense and when she sees a temperature rise and gets her cross hairs she can be fairly certain that it is because she has ovulated. Her cross hairs are unlikely to disappear after a few days.

I’m not feeling particularly patient today. I’ve had a temperature rise over the last few days but this morning it plummeted. I woke up and took my temperature as usual but when I looked at the clock I realised it was only 4.30 am. I usually take my temperature around 6 am. I went back to sleep, but I dozed more than anything, when I finally roused myself enough to take another reading it was 7.30 am. It’s almost unheard of in this house for us to sleep past 6.30. There is quite a disparity between the two readings, the earlier one was 97.18, plunging off the bottom of my chart, the later reading was 98.04 and a nice little rise like I’d want to see. Of course I know the reading I should use is the lower one. I hate that reading. It messes up my chart entirely. I guess thems is the breaks and I know that even a pretty looking chart won’t make me have ovulated.

I HATE this waiting, I HATE the uncertainty, I HATE that every product out there from fertility monitors to software only really works for people who have a cycle in the first place. I HATE being banished to this little breastfeeding fringe group where no one has any answers and no one can offer any help other than telling me to wean.

I HATE that I’ve eaten a lot of chocolate lately and gained 8lbs in 15 weeks.

I wish I had some progress to report. I feel like I’m constantly moaning or saying oh I think something might be happening but ultimately end up being wrong.

I wish I had a chart like my friend’s.