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Somehow I got through it and here we are meeting one of the babies we have been so excitedly looking forward to. I was prepared. I knew the little bundle of joy would be stopping by some time. I fully planned on barely keeping it together and then crying all the way home from work. To my surprise, it didn't bother me at all. He was adorable and tiny and I would have loved to hold him, if I wasn't covered in preschool cooties, but I didn't get that rush of hormones that I expected. I didn't get swallowed by the gaping hole in my heart and I didn't even hate myself for being broken. I just enjoyed seeing him and I couldn't believe how much this little guy looked like my brother when he was a baby.
It felt good to be so level headed, but now I'm worried. Why didn't I freak out?! I guess it just goes to show how much hormones really dictate my feelings. I'm an arm's reach from an adorable new born and I'm fine, but I can't shop at The Gap without wanting to steal every adorably dressed baby I see?!
I came home that day to discover that I was experiencing the full swing of ovulation signs, though I wasn't do to ovulate until today...
On that note, I took an ovulation test this morning and it was positive. I really liked the idea of verifying ovulation with three different methods, but it turns out cervical mucus and saliva ferning aren't great indicators, but they've been pretty trusty predictors.
Edit: turns out I'm not crazy. Some of these tests just might be bunk.
As usual, I think this month is my month, but I tell myself that every month.