I’m meeting with a fertility specialist in fifteen days.
WHOA. I can’t believe I’m making this happen. I’ve been thinking about starting a family – on and off – for years. There was something about marrying K. that flipped a switch with my hormones. And now, it’s here. Cue imposing music: the time is now!
I’ve been monitoring my basal body temperature for a while now. (I promise the choice of pink is unintentional). I’m aware that I still have a few weeks of tracking to do before I complete a full “cycle,” but I’m not that optimistic. Is anyone else alarmed that my temperature is freakishly low? Anyone? Hello?
Or, perhaps by the very fact that I’m waking up at 6 AM every morning to take my temperature is a sign that I am optimistic (or it’s a way to prepare for early mornings as a mom)!