Here we are, back again with visitors every day between now and the end of the month.
(Which means we've had visitors arrive on the day the last cycle failed, and we will have visitors leaving on the day this cycle is 'due' to end. How very symmetrical! )
As we are in the position to judge, I would say it's easier to have visitors during the end of the two week wait than in the aftermath of a failed month.
So here we are again, in the two week wait. The 17th two week wait.
It actually should be a genuine two week wait as opposed to the usual 10-12 days or so, due to the seemingly earlier than normal ovulation.
All bases have been covered, Spencer was sent out at every opportunity, and we are almost literally shagged out.
Now, this is the crux of this post, I'm half afraid to type this, but here goes.
I don't know why, but I just have a real gut feeling this is the one.
Maybe it's the slight shift in ovulation, maybe it was the pretty good fun we've had in the process, maybe it was the shitty start to the month, maybe it was the fact we've just ordered another truck load of OPKs off the internet and a new basal body temperature thermometer for a fresh attack on next month, or maybe our luck is just in.
I can't shake the gut feeling this is the one.
Some people will say I will regret saying that, but even if it turns out not to be the case, then at least for today, our wedding anniversary, the feeling deep in the pit of my stomach is not anxiety but something closer to optimism.
And I don't regret that change for a second.