I’ve had a sinus infection for a few weeks now. Since I prefer to let viruses (virii?) run their course, I let it go, but this weekend it got rough. So today I went to to the doctor where we decided I am "somewhat itisy" and gave my amoxicillan.
The weird part is when I got my temp taken. I explained that I fevered over the weekend and the nurse said "but your temp is low at 97.4" I almost said "Duh, that’s because I am ovulating today and my temp won’t go up for another day. Check it on Thursday and it will be 98.2"
Yes, My baby is 3 years old and I still can tell you
a) my pre-ovulation temp
b) my post-ovulation temp
c) my ovulation day and sometimes the time
Once you traverse the roller coaster of infertility, you never forget. Some people who are still on the ride don’t realize that. There is the thought (and I was there too, so don’t think I am talking about YOU) that "You have a kid! How could you possibly understand!"
But I do. I was there. I am forever in touch with my sucky reproductive self.
I know far more about reproduction than I ever cared to.
And I have not forgotten the pain of finding that another cycle failed. Or the pain of seeing a babe in a mom’s arms. Or a smiling pregnant woman.