Pea woke up yesterday with a sore throat and the general achy-malaise of an impending cold. I am torn: I do not want him to have what I had, because it was a nasty little virus. However, I also do not want him to have a new plane plague, because my immune system is battered, and I don’t really want to catch something new on top of my receding cough. He, in his infinitely more self-aware way, is working from home today to avoid contaminating others and to rest up. Day two of my cold I went for a run, went to a giant busy conference, went out to dinner with one group of friends, and out for a drink with another friend. It is a small wonder I was as sick, and for as long. Sigh.
I did actually ovulate! Two sky-high temps confirm, a cd 14 ovulation. Will wonders never cease? I’ll start progesterone supplements tomorrow, after the third confirmation temperature. Then I will do my absolute best to ignore all temperatures and other ‘symptoms’ as the supplements really do mask everything (including onset of menses). We had ok timing: day prior to, and day of. One of these months I will manage the elusive 2-days-prior, which statistically has the best results.
I’m going back to my spearmint tea and attempted absence of refined sugars regime, after completely ignoring both during the past two and a half weeks. If nothing else, because I am not feeling very healthy or fit, and cutting desserts might at least counterbalance my seriously crappy lung capacity and inability to exercise.
This post is a bit whiny, which is an accurate reflection of how I feel.