I was pretty ambivalent, as I’ve mentioned.  I’ve been very zen about the whole TTC for this month, until today. Today, I slept in, and around noon ate one slice of my leftover mushroom pizza.  When we get pizza, it’s always on Friday, and we eat 2 slices for dinner and the other two for lunch the next day. This is a long-established pattern for our pizza weekends.  After the first piece, though, I felt like shit.

I bucked up and went to the mall, because I needed to see if I could find Teva-like sandals for Dave.  It was packed, and smelly. I smelled cologne.  I smelled BO.  And Olympia Sports sporty-smell was grossing me out.  I got so hot and clammy feeling, I left without buying anything. No, wait, that’s a lie, I bought the last 5 truffle eggs at CVS, as they are Dave’s favorite candy and were on clearance from Easter and won’t show up again until the truffle witch version of Halloween.  Even then, holding the packages in my hand as I was checking out, I kept shifting them around, certain that the body heat from my fingers would melt them and ruin them.

I drove to Target, and it too, was packed, so I came home and fell asleep. Again.

I ventured back out to Target, still packed but maybe less so, bought what I needed and came home.  Dave made cheeseburgers, and now the whole house smells like them. Even the bathroom and bedroom upstairs, and he used the range hood exhaust fan.

My boobs (nipples, especially) have been itchy since shortly after ovulation, and on one nipple, I have a dry spot that is slightly smaller than a dime.  Conversely, Dave noted in the shower this morning that my chest, shoulders and back are more broken out than he’s ever seen. WTF?

I’m not going to test tomorrow. I’m going to test if I’m late. That’s Tuesday, and I am going to a workshop that day, anyway, so I wouldn’t have to deal with kids, which is the major issue there. So, yeah. We’ll see.