It’s CD8 today and the, uh, floodwaters have abated. Hooray! I haven’t had a period that heavy in ages. It looks like it might even have wrapped up tidily, without the lingering spotting. I’ve very rarely gotten such an abrupt finish. I mention this mainly because, well, things are different from past cycles, and different must be good.
(Different = good is part of my positive thinking approach. Therefore I’m not considering that very heavy periods can be associated with various reproductive disorders. Damn it, it’s a good sign!!)
Hubs went out of town for the weekend for some car show or something, so I’m looking forward to 2 long days of relaxing quietly with my knitting and streaming Netflix. Ahhh.
Looking forward, the following weekend is a camping trip – hooray! However, there are complications. See, next Thursday is CD14. Now, I haven’t ever ovulated on CD14, but, you know, each cycle is like a new adventure in the crazy world of my reproductive system – and CD14 is sort of the near side of the ballpark for guessing when it could happen. Anyway, the nights of CD15 and 16 will be spent in a tent. You may see where this is going (i.e., I’m talking about sleeping bag sex here!!). It’s further complicated because we’re going camping with another couple. Separate tents, yes – so it’s not out of the question. I mean, we’ll do what we have to do. I’m not going to deny the egg-white, if it makes an appearance.
Funny enough, when planning the camping trip with our friends, over some drinks, the phrase “awkward, uncomfortable sex on the cold, hard ground” did come up in conversation.