Well.

So, I ovulated. Well, I'm pretty sure I ovulated. Positive OPK last night, huge temp spike this morning (but I only had one day of temping before that, so I guess that could be wrong)...

Which means I'm officially out this month. Not that we were trying anyway, but it's still weird.

This is the earliest I've ovulated on my own since we started trying. I'm hoping this means amazing new things. Shorter cycles? I'll take them.

Although really, since the RE removed a ton of cysts, I'm hoping that eventually I'll see less facial hair. BoyWonder tells me that this is shallow, but BoyWonder also doesn't spend at least five minutes a day ripping unwanted hair from places hair shouldn't grow. Or have them sprout in the middle of the day when you're nowhere near a pair of tweezers (and you'd think that, since I literally own ten pairs, this wouldn't happen often, but it does).

And that's where I'm at with all the infertility shit. I can handle it. Yeah, it's sad and sometimes I get in a funk I can't seem to crawl out of, but if we get to the end of this road without biological children, I can live with that. But to not have my own children, and constantly struggle to not gain weight, and worry about becoming the bearded lady? Bullshit.

In a closer-to-perfect world, infertiles would have a free pass from other bodily failures. Let the fertiles have my beard. And that twenty pounds that always seems to find me again, no matter how hard I try to keep it away.

Actually, no.

I'm not bitter enough even to wish my beard on someone else... today.

I keep thinking I should write a post that doesn't involve fertility issues... And I'm working on it. I have a few more days left of vacation, and I'm planning on using them to prepare for winter. I have to make some oil blends so we can survive cold season, and I'll probably try to post about that. I'm down to my last ball of yarn on the monster blanket (not that I'm almost done, I just need to order more yarn), so I'll probably post some pictures of that when I get these last three rows done. And all the hats. So far, it's all baby hats, but in the next week or so I'm going to start making a ton of grown-up hats, too.

If I really work at it, I can make about one hat a day, and if I can sell them for twenty or thirty dollars each (the mohawk hats would go for that much, I think), it might actually make up for the money I lost in taking this lower-stress job.

Of course, I could go the witch-doctor route and sell my sinus-clearing oil, but it's so easy I'd rather just give out the recipe instead.

So, I don't know what else to say, really. Just a random body vent, and boring update of crochet projects.

I'll be back Tuesday or Wednesday, for sure, to update on WTF is happening in my ute (or what will be happening, I guess).