You just know how your day is going to go when you wake up early choking on the smell of skunk.
Like a skunk was on the bed cuddling with me. The entire house, skunked. It’s not the first time, and it won’t be the last. I’m seriously wondering if the skunk sprays our air conditioner outside. There’s just no reason it would infiltrate the house that badly. And it lingers still. I don’t even smell it outside.
In other non-news I’ve given up on ovulating. It’s cd 21 today. I know it’s entirely possible I could ovulate within the next week, but the odds are kind of against me. May the odds be ever not in my favor apparently.
My doctor basically said if I’m not pregnant and not bleeding (so in other words not ovulating) by cd 28 to call her. Waiting until cd 28 is the hard part. If my body’s not going to do this on it’s own then I’d like to waste no more time. My clock is ticking after that HSG. My clock is ticking anyways.
Do you feel like there’s a clock floating next to your head wherever you go that only you can see and hear? It grows louder each time someone announces a pregnancy…