It’s Monday the 13th, it’s rainy, it’s cycle day 1. I should have stayed in bed.
Yep this cycle was a bust, despite the weeks of sex, despite the amazing looking BBT.
As you know on Friday my temperature was up but my test was negative, Saturday same thing… high temp negative test. You would think that would have clued me in but I wanted it so bad that I convinced myself it must be a false negative. This is my first cycle testing before CD 15 and I am not a fan. It would be fantastic if I would just take the test results at face value and move on, have my glass of wine and enjoy it. But no, negative test in hand I still held out hope, I still drank lemonade at the party. All so that I could wake up to a dropping temperature and cramps on Sunday morning. Cloudy asked how my temperature was and I said it was down, he said not to worry it was probably because I had woken up early to take care of a puking dog. I didn’t need any more tests, I knew. I couldn’t get back into bed because I was sad and I knew Cloudy just wouldn’t get it. I did not feel like being cheered up. So I headed downstairs and cried my eyes out for a little while. Then I got off the couch and took a shot of chocolate syrup, yep right out of the bottle, yep it helped a little. This morning my temp took a nose dive and my period started bright red bright and early.
So there you have it. Monday Blues, big time.