Stop. Just, stop.

And today my fertility chart gave up on me and announced it was removing my cross-hairs for insubordination. Three negative pregnancy tests. Did not ovulate. Does not compute. Enough with the freaky high temperatures, there is no progesterone, go back to jail, do not pass go, do not collect £200.

Except, my temperature was even higher this morning.


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