Well, month 2 has kicked off where month 1 left off…. Going for it.
In fact I have 20 minutes according to my laptop clock before Little Mama shall return and we will keep up our daily routine.
It’s quite fun to be honest, especially attempting to get a few minutes away from our visitors to give it a shot.
They leave tomorrow and it will be full steam ahead then.
We were both looking at some articles this evening about getting pregnant, some (pink and blue coloured and therefore legitimate)source claimed that we should be trying to conceive every 2 days for the 8 days in and around the ‘special time’.
It went on to say that then a normal couple would have a 25% of conceiving.
Frankly, those odds scare me. Are they normal?
If we double the recommended activity over this period to EVERY day, does this make it a 50% chance?
If we stay in the saddle TWICE a day EVERY day during this period does this make it then 100%?
Now I’m not a mathematician (or obviously a biologist) but those odds I DO like.
My scrambled egg brain is already creating stressful situations, like what if we are not successful this month?
How much would that dent our hope and confidence?
I’m not old, technically still in my 20’s so why would nature let me down like this? or Little Mama?
Are these wonderings part and parcel of this process? Or, am I in fact not an idiot but mentally deranged? I’m already convinced that I have an hormonal imbalance that has started me down this road.
1- I feel like a fraud for reading and enjoying their stories when I’m not a dad, nor even a pleb expectant dad.
2- I feel as jealous as hell for what they have.
Anyway, I have 6 minutes left before hammer time and I refuse to let this sink any further into the emotional blurb that it seems to be.
This was meant to be humorous damnit!
Although, to leave with a chuckle inspiring thought, as you read this, I’ve probably got my pale buttocks in the air in an attempt to bring about the goal which is the inspiration behind this blog in the first place….