(wee bit of sarcasm there)
I know you know that it's time for a post about the decoration of the tan house's family room (as it is now known; AKA my future library). To pique your interest, I will mention that that post is going to be interactive - at least as many questions as answers, as there are a lot of unanswered questions in my head about how the room could/should look.
For now, however (and this gives you some breathing room to recover from the approximately 40 pages of text in my last 2-3 posts), I note merely the following:
Today is CD2, counting yesterday (spotting or VL?) as CD1. That's means that my fertile phase (insofar as I had one) was CD5-7 (!!!!), and I had a SEVENTEEN-day cycle. After my 22-day previous cycle (compare with 27 days for the cycle during which I had surgery, and 24-27 days on average for several years), I am in a contest with myself for the shortest menstrual cycle. And this just in - I'M WINNING!
I console myself with the notion that, at the going rate, by January 4 there will actually be a NEGATIVE number of days in my cycle (length is dropping by 5 days per cycle - you can check my math).
So for my first New Year's resolution on how to improve my quality of life and embrace my infertility:
STOP MENSTRUATING.
I'm sure you can all get behind that.
(N.B.: I'm not trying to take lightly the plight of those who have really long cycles and few chances to ttc. I don't know if it makes it better or worse to know that I have 13-14 cycles a year and appear to ovulate in each of them, and it hasn't done me the least bit of good.)
