Well, that was fast

My BFP. 1-9-2013

I woke up last Saturday morning having had a dream about my hot doctor. You’re thinking, “Ooo, sexy!” but really, it wasn’t. He’s never been in my dreams before, despite his adorableness, but this time he was, and I remembered it very vividly. Oneiric hot doctor told me that I was pregnant.

I was only 8 days past ovulation though, and I had no pregnancy tests in the house for use with first morning urine. I bought one at the store that morning and determined to use it the next morning, at 9 dpo. It was a stark negative. Not even the tiniest inkling of a line.

I waited until Wednesday, when I was 12 dpo. Woke up at 4:30 AM needing to pee, so decided to do it then. Upon coming back into the bathroom to look at the test three minutes later, I sighed, initially thinking it was a negative. Then I picked it up and looked at it more carefully.

There was a line. Barely visible, but there.

An Open Letter to My Cramps

Dear Cramps,

From about the time of menarche until July 2009, you were one of my oldest acquaintances, serving as the herald for the  that you work for. It was kind of like you were the Silver Surfer, and the  was Galactus the Devourer of Worlds. Once you showed up, I knew that your master wasn’t all that far behind, and that I would be powerless to resist. I was never wont to complain about you though, because you were never all that annoying, and I was always very private about the visits of your master when I was younger. I was resolved to my fate, so I figured, why whine about it? Such was my Stoicism at the time.

And then I discovered this beautiful little contraption known as the Mirena Intrauterine System. It was like the Fantastic Four for my uterus! I had it installed in July 2009, whereupon the pair of you were soundly defeated, and I hardly knew anything of either of you for the next 3.5 years. This may hurt your feelings, but you were not missed.

Nailed it

Pun intended.

FertilityFriend has finally decided that I ovulated three days ago. We timed intercourse for that day exactly, and immediately on the morning after, so we followed the timing recommendations of the Shettles method perfectly. The two-week wait has begun!

Well, it will be closer to a three-week-wait for me since I won’t test until my birthday on January 17th. In any case, now I can relax and wait.

How to Choose the Sex of Your Baby

How to Choose the Sex of Your Baby by Landrum B. Shettles and David M. Rorvik (2006) — This book has been around in some form or another since 1970, and it’s co-authored by one of the pioneers in in vitro fertilization. It’s written by Rorvik with the late Dr. Shettles (d. 2003) having provided the medical and scientific background. The title says it all: Shettles believed that couples can choose the sex of their babies.

Well, that’s not entirely accurate. Shettles believed that couples can drastically increase their chances of having one sex or the other, based mostly on when they time intercourse in relation to ovulation, though he cautioned that his method does not guarantee the desired sex. According to Shettles, the Y-sperm (male) are smaller, faster, and more fragile, while the X-sperm (female) are larger, slower, and hardier, so if you want a boy, you should time intercourse for as close to ovulation as possible. This will allow the faster Y-sperm to beat the slower X-sperm to the ovum. If you want a girl, you should have intercourse 2-3 days prior to ovulation. Shettles claimed success rates of 80-85% with the boy method and 75-80% with the girl method, and he believed those rates got a little higher when his method is followed carefully.

“Can I see?!”

DD has been craving a sibling for some time. When I ask her whether she wants a little brother or a little sister, she enthusiastically replies, “BOTH!” The other day I asked her how I could possibly give her both*, and she replied, “Work on it.” So, you can see she’s a very opinionated little girl.

While DH and I were BDing on Friday night, DD knocks on our bedroom door. We growl at her to go back to bed, and she says, “What are you doing?” I shout out, “We’re making you a little brother or little sister!” To which she replies (with noticeable excitement in her voice), “Can I see?!”

Obviously we could not let her see. We chased her back to bed and that was that.

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* Yes, I am aware that I could hypothetically have fraternal boy-girl twins. But the chances of having twins at all, let alone this particular combination of twins, are very, very small, so I’m not counting on that.

Our first attempt has passed (I think)

So, yesterday I woke up to a .31° F temperature increase, promising but not quite enough to signal for certain that ovulation had happened. DH and I BD’ed (baby danced) one more time when we woke up to try and make sure we were as close to ovulation as possible. My signs throughout the day were as follows:

Tonight’s the night

And it’s going to happen again, and again. It has to happen. Nice night.

(Yes, I’m a Dexter fan.)

Anyway, my signs seem lined up so that tonight/tomorrow is as good a guess for ovulation as any:

I’ve put my husband on notice to be ready to make wild monkey love when he comes home from work tonight. As you can see from the chart, he hasn’t gotten lucky in about a week, so this should make him happy.