I take a certain amount of pleasure in the fact that I know my body and can recognize the signs of fertility. I was right: I was ovulating when I thought I was, because I got my period today. (A mere 10 DPO, but never mind that… the progesterone seems to solve that problem.)
If all continues normally through the next cycle, early May will find me riding an ultrasound wand and, depending on what it tells me, getting back on this crazy roller coaster. In the meantime, I am really appreciating every moment of the clear-headedness that will disappear if I am lucky enough to get pregnant again.
