Along the lines of "things I hear in my head that might amuse you" (Ie: "I had a miscarriage . . . .  OF JUSTICE!") whenever I see the OPKs start to darken up, I want to pump my fist into the air and belt out "Fertility NOW!" a la George Costanza. 

Anyway, the OPKs are darkening up rapidly, and at a much earlier than expected time.  I wasn’t even planning on starting to test until tomorrow, but other fertility signs led me to start yesterday — CDfucking 12, people.  It was negative yesterday, the same color as the control band today, and I’m now thinking I’ll ovulate in the next 2-3 days, not 5-7.  Pre-Synthroid, I ovulated NO earlier than CD 21-22, for the last several cycles, and last month I was early, ovulating on CD 19.  Hell, that two days was a victory to me.  But now, it’s looking like it might be almost. . . . textbook. WEIRD.  Coinciding with ovulation will be the Full Moon, which happens on Dave’s 30th birthday.  Cake and screwing people, so light a candle and make a wish.

Fertility NOW!