I have no reason to believe nothing is happening. However, I also have no reason to believe anything IS happening. No cervical fluid, certainly none to write home about. No darkening opks. Nothing. Nada. Silence.
I fear my ovaries are paralyzed by my expectations for them.
One more day for them to give me a sign, any sign, that they are merrily percolating away, and then off to an ultrasound to find out. You would think the coming knowledge would relax me, but instead makes me worried I’ll get there and be unprepared and with my homework unfinished.
The only thing I should dutifully report is that my temperature has taken a dive the last two days, which might be commensurate with high estrogen.