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Ovulation Pity Party

The pee stick has spoken.

My leutenizing hormone is ramping up and according to science I stand a good chance of dropping an egg in the next 12 to 36 hours.

Will this ovum be a winner? Hey, I know, let’s design women’s bodies in such a way that 14 days (that’s 144 suspense-packed hours if you subtract sleep) must pass before we can find out. 

And while we’re at it, let’s design the human brain so that even though the only time conception has ever happened for me it ended in miscarriage, I have a desperate surge of HOPE.

Doing shots of diabetic cough syrup to make my cervical mucus less hostile.

Eating 24 of these weird rabbit poo looking Chinese herbal supplements daily from my acupuncturist. 

Standing on my head while I stuff plastic softcups up my chocha after intercourse every 48 hours.

Put it all together and you have a woman in her late 30’s stacking up the months and years while babies come practically flying out of everyone else’s uteruses.

And wowzers, that’s the first time I’ve spelled “uterus” as a plural. 

Never did I imagine that I’d come to think of having a baby as the ultimate privilege. They tell me that my time will come and that I’ll look back on these years and laugh and wish I’d taken advantage of my relative freedom.

Can anyone confirm this?


This actually made me laugh so hard! Im 31 and after two miscarriages am beyond desperate. The life of a TTC woman in not fun- no coffee, no alcohol, sex is more of a chore, eating certain foods in desperate attempt to produce cm, being prodded by doctors and acupuncturists, dont even want to think of the financial side of all this. And the mental state we are in grrrrrh. I feel sorry for waiting so long and putting education and career first, honestly should have started shooting out kids after highschool and live off benefits like the average UK mom

Hey @valipali , not that I’d wish any of this on my worst enemy (much less a nice lady like you) but it’s comforting to know I’m not the only one at my wits’ end. I totally get what you’re saying about the prohibitive lifestyle necessitated by “fertility issues” and “ggggrrrrh” does sum it up nicely. Like you, I wish I’d just bitten the bullet and gotten knocked up in my late teens, but noooooo, SOMEONE needed her 20 years of soul searching before she could take up miscarrying basically as a frigging hobby. I swear. What a world we live in.