This morning, my temperature was right back down to the cover-line on my fertility (fertility! Hah! And double hah!) chart.
I have had vague, dull, pre-menstrual cramps and back-ache all day.
It is eleven days post ovulation.
Oh, and poor H is still ill, and so unbelievably full of cold he sounds like he’s talking into a bucket at the bottom of a duvet-filled well. We neither of us are getting much sleep.
Aaaaaand… back to the essays.