As this is a family show I won't be going into details, but suffice it to say that the impending insanity from earlier is no longer a threat on the horizon.
If you live in Western Europe, I apologise if I woke you.
Wounds and scars have healed and I've been saved from the fate of slowly turning into a smurf from the scrotum outwards.
Incidentally, in searching for a picture of one, I've noticed how odd they are.
There is only one female among them.
The male ones have no nipples, so I conclude that Smurfette doesn't have them either.
The guys all go around bare chested, and wear quite tight trousers with ne'er a glimpse of a bulge, or roll, or smuggled banana.
All in all, it's shockingly bad situation to be in, reproductively speaking.
Today is CD27, the red menace should be making an appearance, today or tomorrow, Wednesday at the very latest. She's never bloody around when you want her.
Our 'Fertility Friend' chart shows us a possible ovulation back on CD17 based on OPK result and very slight temperature rise, even though it was higher two days previously.
It's all irrelevant anyway, as to be pregnant this cycle we are missing many vital ingredients.
A stable, a donkey, and three wise men for starters.