First, I’m totally crossing everything for persephone, and can’t help but be excited to see so many posts in the 2WW. In yoga, my namaste moments go out to lots of people, and she is one of them. So, while the Clomid has given her a boost in ova, it’s also giving her a boost in posts.

In other news. boobs hurt, the smell is increased, I think. Of course, it could also be increased due to the dropping temperatures; they haven’t gone down much, but I can’t really call anything a symptom. I will say that when I went to the grocery store tonight, I could smell cigarette smoke from the outside at the registers, and when I got home, I could swear I could smell kitty litter — even though it was JUST changed (the old stuff taken to the garage) and it lives in the basement.

Then, of course, I read on IndieMOMs the countless tales of women in the first tri whose only sign was a positive pregnancy test and a lighter period, and I just keep waffling. And let’s not count out the two digsters who recently were surprised with the news at 13 & 20 weeks, respectively! ZERO signs! But, ultrasounds and expanding waistlines are proof enough.

My last three cycles have been 28, 35, and 31 days. Today is day 31, so, out of boredom, and thanks to internet discount pregnancy tests, I’ll probably end up testing tomorrow. And when it’s negative, I’ll probably wait a few days and see if I bleed, and if I don’t, I’ll try again. Crazy teeter-totter of TTC.

Also, new album on the left: Snappity. Has two pictures I took on the island that I really like, one of a spiderweb, and one of my dad on the back cliffs. I should really post some more pictures of the island; it makes the whole Maine thing a little more tangible.

This is such a bitch, the waiting. And I feel selfish saying that, considering we haven’t even tried for 6 months yet. But, it is a bitch.