Ocean Dreamer

Well, y’all, I could be preggers right this minute.  (How’s that for an opening sentence, huh?)

The timing was *tricky* this time around.  For the past few months, when I wasn’t trying, my cycle was pretty long.  Last month it was 34 days.  So this month, when I called to order my spermies, I figured having them delivered on cd 15 would be fine.  The challenge is that the vials can only be delivered Tuesday – Saturday.  So that meant having them delivered on cd 12 (Saturday) – and paying exorbitant extra fees for a Saturday delivery and possibly having to get the tank refilled if I didn’t ovulate until cd 18 – or having them delivered on cd 15 (Tuesday.)  I went with cd 15.  Well, here is where things get challenging.

Monday afternoon (cd 14), I decide I should start using my OPKs in the evenings (I use a fertility monitor every morning).  To my *immense* surprise, the OPK read positive that afternoon.  That is when my mildly OCD self begins to mildly *freak* *out.*  The tank was supposed to arrive on Tuesday, but it would probably come while I was at school, I thought.  Which would mean that I’d have to wait to get it until 6pm on Tuesday, which would be a full 24 hours after the positive OPK.  Not. good.

I was hoping the Fedex guy would show up before I left for school yesterday, but that didn’t happen.  So I left a very sweet note for him (I know it’s a him, it’s always the same guy), asking if he could possibly return to deliver it after I was home from school and that I would be forever grateful.  I also offered to meet him wherever he was at that time.  Well, sweet Fedex guy just happened to have a pickup Tuesday afternoon in my neighborhood and returned to deliver my spermies to me!  I was *soo* relieved.

I had an appointment Tuesday afternoon as well, though.  I went ahead and did an insem before the appointment, even though I couldn’t lay in bed for the two hours they recommend.  It was better than nothing!  I then did the second insem yesterday evening, while watching all the exciting (and woefully disappointing, in the case of prop 8, etc.) election coverage.  So I wasn’t out celebrating Obama’s victory with the rest of Seattle, but if I get preggers this time, my kid may well end up with the middle name Barack.

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