So now the fertility chart has stroked its chin, musing, for a couple of days, and given me back my red lines, planted very solidly in ovulation on Friday. Three days ago, that is, not 20-odd.
Now this makes (very little, but still, a little is more sensible than none) sense to me, as I had pain in what I suppose is the ovary area, I was Amorously Inclined, I was doing Fertile Signs and haven’t done them since, that sort of thing.
But Hope and I have a seriously bad relationship just now, and I have an essay to finish for tomorrow (and when I say ‘finish’, I could just about mean ‘start’), so I am off to drink enough coffee to drown a small horse and type madly until three in the morning.
So bloody there.