Everyone wishes that their pre-ovulation days were like the couple in the picture. The guy seems totally interested in the result of the opk and ready to react. Although at another glance it doesn’t look sexy. He looks scared to death. Maybe that’s how guys really are.
Catching that egg is all about timing of the baby dance. Every cycle you look at how you did the previous cycle and say what you can do differently this time. It’s always this cycle that you say you’ll do it every other day. This time during the fertile period you will do it every day. Dear husband may even say that he’s on board. You can see beautiful double line already.
Only the time comes and it starts to feel like a job. It feels scheduled and no matter what you do, you can’t keep it feeling spontaneous. But you know you have to plow on.
Then it happens. Hubby decides that he just can’t. Even though you’ve been joking all day about needing to later that night. But then come the guests, and the alcohol. By the end of the night, he’s full of excuses and nothing happens.
I wish I had been understanding, but damn did I blow up. As my temps rose, I exploded at hubby thinking that we missed our one chance. When in reality, who the hell knows. Maybe we did, maybe we didn’t. The important thing is that we understand and support each other. And yet, there I was, hormones raging, smiley face fading and anger boiling. The next day we talked and I decided to let it go. It’s not fair to him or to me. We move forward and see what happens.
I understand now, but damn hell hath no fury like a woman ovulating.