Bordering on Hysteria
I just need to stop trying to figure my body out. I get it, okay? I get that I don’t get it. Stop beating me over the head with it.
I’ll spare you all the sordid details. But my waking temperature has been all over the place – a couple of spikes that proved to be flukes. Weird conflicting symptoms combined with extremely positive OPK’s two nights in a row make for a bit of confusion.
I know what my body is trying to do. It’s trying to make me throw up my hands and say “I give up!”
But I won’t. I refuse to do it. Right now, anyway.
It actually got to the point today where I started to wonder if what I thought was my period a couple of weeks ago actually *wasn’t* my period, and I’m actually about seven weeks pregnant. Yeah, I know. Sounds totally desperate. But my freakish temperatures combined with bouts of exhaustion and nausea, plus an increased appetite of late – it just confused the hell out of me.
But yeah. I’ve figured it out. You know what it all means? Two things: Jack and Shit. My chart this cycle is a joke. My body has the last laugh. But the cycle isn’t over yet. I guess I could still make a comeback. Maybe. The problem is that my body actually has to cooperate.
That RE appointment can’t come soon enough. One week to go before someone who might actually know what the f*ck he is doing will step in and try to figure this all out for me. Thank goodness.