Or, perhaps, this post should be titled WTF?
Today is CD 26. More to the point, Thursday, the day I went to see my GP and donated a couple of vials of blood to the cause, was CD 22. About a week before that (on CD 14, if you are counting) as I was waiting for ovulation signs and got, instead, bad thyroid results and a cold, I had to give up on this cycle altogether. After that, I wasn't paying very close attention because there was, you know, no point.
Except that because I find that it is good to know what the next thing I will develop a neurosis about will be, I then proceeded to calculate when I might be able to test in the next cycle, and whether I would be able to test before Yom Kippur. It is the holiest day of a Jewish year, and the day on which we fast. But a number of religious authorities exempt pregnant women from fasting because of the concern about pre-term labor and miscarriage. I did not fast the year I was pregnant with Monkey or last year, when I was pregnant with A. So I wanted to know whether or not I should/could fast on Yom Kippur this year. Reasonable, no? And if both this and next cycles turned out to be the length of the previous one (31 days), I should've been ok to test before the holiday. So here I was-- not paying attention, but paying attention. And thinking, with each passing day, that if I didn't actually ovulate yet, I was less and less likely to get to test before Yom Kippur. But c'mon-- I had to have ovulated, right? Because otherwise this cycle was getting ridiculously long.
So then Dr. B called, and gave us the go-ahead to try again. And that very same day I though I had pre-ovulation symptoms. And then I proceeded to tell myself that it simply can't be, it was my mind screwing with me because we now could try, if this cycle wasn't dead. Which it certainly was, right? It had to be dead because if it wasn't, if the symptoms were real, it would mean a cycle of 37 or 38 days long, and I just never had an ovulatory cycle that long. Or that wildly fluctuating. But since I was going to see my GP the next day, I figured what the hell, and asked for LH and progesterone tests to see what was up.
I got the results today. Hahahahahaha. LH spike last Thursday. On CD 22. So two things-- this cycle is not dead (the cries of "The cycle is dead! Long live the cycle!" are going off in my head), and this cycle is going to be 37 or 38 days long. Crazy, on both counts. But I guess good crazy, under the circumstances.
And now we wait.