first cycle, 12 days po.
i know i did my homework exhaustively and ian faithfully rsvp'd in the affirmative to my cervix regularly, but the sheer shock of receiving a positive this early in what i projected to be a long slog is really blowing my mind.
i'm pregnant. i have a little blastocyte. life is weird!
i've been neglecting this blogging endeavor but i assume my interest in this particular subject will pick up tremendously once i've crossed over from "trying to conceive" to "actively throwing up all the time and getting fat."
but it's worth mentioning that i finally ovulated (probably) last week—positive opks for the first time, after a disappointing and preemptive round of testing last month. i never thought i'd be accidentally peeing on my own hand so much.
i know it's decidedly foolish to hope that the very first time i experience a proper cycle after a decade of fucking with hormonal birth control will be the cycle, but who knows. i slept nearly 12 hours last night and i woke up exhausted and nauseous. the former isn't anything new because i've been an actual snorlax since birth, but the queasiness is unexpected.
my love and i returned from our cancun baecation today. what i had originally planned to be the last landmark of drinking excessively and partying irresponsibly actually ended up being a 4-day adventure in trying but failing to maintain even a conservative buzz for longer than 5 minutes—diluted drinks and six meals a day both possible culprits in the sustained sobriety of our vacation. but on the plus side we lounged around a lot and watched the garfield movie (a cinematic masterpiece).
in the lobby of the royalton riviera resort, a woman following her toddler up and down the escalators advised us to remain childless. a terse but friendly "don't" delivered with a resigned laugh, like this life is terrible get out while you still can lol that seems to be standard issue from young parents i've known.
irrespective of cautions from strangers, i have started charting my basal body temperature and ovulation testing. maybe i will name my baby garfield.