This post was going to be wonderful! I was going to be a good and dutiful scientist and chronicle all of my various pre-o symptoms. I have been stockpiling them! I have been storing opks in my bathroom cabinet so I can post a progression picture! I was going to provide THE definitive lab_monkey ovulation symptom progression for posterity.
Except my temperature has failed to cooperate. It’s been high-ish for two days now, but not high enough. Thus, I remain in limbo, and refuse to write out a neat and logical description of my symptoms when they may in fact turn out to be ghosts.
A positive OPK, an emotional breakdown the day before the positive OPK (hello estrogen!), and true actual egg white mucous from which I suddenly understand why it is called egg white. One could consider frying it for an omelet. A cervix so high and so open that sex is quite uncomfortable (this seems like a bad scenario, and one I might investigate in a later post about evolution not giving a fig about fun). Now no egg-related fluids to be found, pale OPKs, and a cervix that, while high, is now firmly closed for business.
I will give it another day before succumbing to existential angst. I will limit myself to localized angst for today.
I was SO excited to learn about the fertility awareness method. I loved the idea that various measurable signs could predict and define hormonal shifts. That I have all the data I could dream of and still no concrete conclusions is too reminiscent of grad school for current comfort.