Overdue – the updates, not me

I wrote this post on Friday and then forgot to email it home for completion, so it sat here at work all weekend, without me doing anything, so it’s maybe even more out of date than it was before. If this post were milk, you’d pour it down the sink about now.

In the ten plus days since I last posted, a bundle of things have happened. So many things I might not even remember them all, but I’ll give it a go.

Rutherglen was great – wineries with tasty stickies (it’s an area that specialises in fortified wines, rather than the big reds I’m used to), a saltwater swimming pool with just the right concentration of salt to let me swim with my eyes open underwater, and yes, secret squirrel sex. Oh, and a moussaka that was to die for! We came home with two bottles of Tokay and a slight tan from spending so much time in the pool. What we also came home with was a Pia suffering from mild to moderate abdominal cramps – specifically located in the region of her right ovary.

The five days leading up to my expected ovulation date, I did my pee on a stick thing with the ovulation predictor test strips. Had a string of negatives between Tuesday and Saturday and then got a positive on Sunday night. Tried again two hours later to check, still positive.

That was all pretty exciting. To go from not knowing whether I was ovulating to being pretty darn sure it happened has been a pleasant change. And if the pain and pee tests weren’t enough, my temperature chart also shows a proper shift, indicating that ovulation really did happen on Sunday. I’m not going to bother with a blood test next Monday, even though the good doctor would request it if I wanted. I just don’t like needles enough to get a confirmation of something that I’m already pretty sure about. Plus, blood tests take between one to two weeks to get results from, and we’ll be winging our merry way to NZ by this time in two weeks.

I feel quite positive right now about the whole baby making thing. It’s way too early to tell either way, although there have been two quirky things in the last three days that could be positive. I’ve felt queasy each morning until about midday, to the point that I threw up in my mouth in the shower this morning (TMI, I know). The night before last we went out to dinner with some friends and everything was fine til we got to dessert. I had a bite of the cheesecake that I had ordered to share with Mikey and it tasted off, although he swore it was good, and ate the whole thing himself. He didn’t get sick from eating it either. Last night we also went out** and for dessert, Mikey ordered a meringue and cream stack thing. Again, the cream tasted wrong, so I had a few bites of meringue and tried to leave the cream alone.

** We’re gluttons and use any excuse for a good meal out. This time it was that Mikey had new jeans and wanted to road test them, and we also wanted to find out whether the restaurant we want to have a farewell dinner at next week would have room for us. Sure, we could have just called the place, but it made more sense for us to rock up there and eat dinner

So it’ll be another ten days or so before we know for sure – assuming my period is due 14 days after ovulation, which is what happened last cycle. There’s no point me doing a preg test, even though I’m really curious, because I think mine aren’t sensitive enough. Besides, it’s probably not really a pregnancy if implantation hasn’t happened yet.

Another positive was my ultrasound yesterday. They ended up doing an internal one, and while the film won’t be available until next Tuesday, the radiographer was very descriptive about her findings as she waved her wand about. Normal left ovary and uterus, slightly enlarged right ovary with signs of a bleed, though nothing that looked like PCOS. So it’s not a 100% confirmation until I get the film with the notes, but it’s pretty promising for now.

I’ve got more news on every other front (the non-baby stuff), but I’ll make that a separate post so that I’m not faking writing in the really past tense