I found a new path.

I know it's been a little bit since I updated. 

I wasn't pregnant after all. AF arrived five days late. I'm unsure if I had a possible chemical pregnancy or just a really bad case of line-eye, although other women backed me up on the lines they saw. I'll never know for sure.

With all that being said, I'm making an announcement.

I've decided to pursue my dream of becoming a gestational surrogate for a loving couple.

This may seem shocking, but I actually pursued it last year when I had an epiphany: I wanted to do something great for this world, and I didn't mind "sacrificing" my body in the process. However, in order to do so, I needed to lose weight. I had begun losing weight and actually got down to my lowest weight in six years, 190 pounds. I looked heavily into surrogacy because 1. I need to begin my daughter's college fund and 2. I would love to give another person the best gift in the world - the gift of becoming a parent. I know how it feels to think you'll never be one, and to think I could give that to someone else fills my heart with love. I knew I was doing it for all the right reasons and that's what made it all "click" for  me. So I was hooked up with an agency and even got to speak to my intended parents. Everything was going well until they asked and I disclosed that yes, my husband has a mental disorder but he takes medication for it. They sent me all these heavy forms he needed to fill out and he pretty much said "to hell with it, I'm not doing it". I tried to explain to him that if a couple trusted me to carry their baby, they would need to trust the man I live with as well. It makes perfect sense. My husband is quite touchy when it comes to his personal affairs, so he didn't do it. Sadly, the whole thing fell through and I was heartbroken.

Here I stand today at a crossroads in my marriage. A few things have happened and we've gone our separate ways for now, unfortunately. I still feel this calling in my heart and I really wish to pursue this.... and I just may.

Today I'm 208.8 pounds. I've lost nearly 10 pounds in the past three weeks. If I can get down to 195, I'll only be overweight and no longer obese. The agency I went through before would only accept a BMI of 29.9 or lower. I'm currently at 31.1 and losing steadily.

You may be thinking the big question here: How do you think you can carry a baby for someone else if you're having problems getting pregnant? 

I can answer that easily. PCOS does not hinder my ability to carry a baby. It simply hinders my ability to get pregnant in the first place. PCOS causes a woman, in most cases, to not drop an egg. You can't get preggo without an eggo! Aside from that, this whole TTC #2 journey has honestly been one big question mark. I've never used OPKs so I honestly don't even know if I'm ovulating on my own at all, even with the Clomid. As for all my "squinter" pregnancy tests, I truly believe I have the world's worst line-eye and I was probably not pregnant on any of those cycles and to the women who said they saw a line, either they had bad line-eye too or they were just pep-talking me. And finally, my husband has a rare birth defect that can cause infertility in men. He has never seen a specialist about it so we don't know 100% what his situation is down there, but all we know is that at least one time, he got very lucky and at least one time, my eggo decided to pop out and bam - we got pregnant. Our baby was truly a one in a million shot. And if you're unaware, with a gestational surrogacy, the woman carrying the baby is not genetically linked to the child. I would be using another couple's egg and sperm combo, artificially combined in a laboratory. (Yay science!) So the fact I have this disorder wouldn't matter. I mean, it matters because my uterus is not in tip-top shape, but it's not a factor that will hinder my ability to get pregnant.

I'm pretty excited about this and hope it all works out. Cross your fingers for me.

(21 DPO) - AF is now 4 days late

Could it be that AF is late only because I'm focused on her being late? I mean, I DO have PCOS and I used to go 6-7 months without a period at all. But she's been on time for 8 months. Maybe this is just a combo breaker. Who knows. In the meantime, here's my FMU from this morning:

There's definitely a faint pink line. This is getting really aggravating. Googling this issue returns little to no answers. Most point to a chemical pregnancy, but they all say that chemicals don't last this long. I've been getting squinters for almost two weeks now. I'm unsure if that's a good sign or a bad sign. I'm just getting pissed off, really.

Speaking of Googling.... you know what really ticks me off? When I'm reading a message board post from a woman with a situation looking for answers. She gets responses with opinions but she never updates. Did you get your freaking BFP or your AF or what?! What happened?? COULD YOU PLEASE ENLIGHTEN ME, YOU JERK. Screw you, Jen247 from October 2008. 

But really, it's annoying. I have found a couple of stories of people getting faint BFPs a week after AF was due. I don't think I'm going to be as lucky. I DID receive a small dot of blood when I wiped today, but I think it may have been from semi-rough love making with the hubby last night. 

Answers. Answers. I want them.

Oh god, my toddler just pulled her diaper off and ran across the room naked. Gotta go.

(20 DPO) - Sick kitty...

AF is officially three days late. Come on, now. This is ridiculous. In the meantime, I'm so tired I can't keep my eyes open. I nearly fell asleep at the wheel on the way to drop off my rental and get my car from the shop. That's a pregnancy sign for sure, but I still don't believe this is viable. I'm so bummed out. I just wish AF would pop up and give me a break. See that test? Yeah, that was my FMU from this morning. Nadda, right? I keep thinking I see a line but it's most likely just my imagination. Go figure.

In the meantime, Tubbs, our 16-pound kitty, has become very sick. A week or so ago, she started peeing on my daughter's bed, prompting a lot of bleaching, spraying and cleaning on my end. She kept returning to the bed and spraying. Yes, she's spayed. We decided the best option was to close our daughter's bedroom door and have her sleep with us for a few nights while we work on the problem. After all, it's not like we don't have a car accident situation to deal with, a lawyer meet-up and a serious lack of funds due to me missing work to worry over. A cat peeing in inappropriate places was the least of our worries.

Once we closed the door to SJ's bedroom, Tubbs went right into the bathroom and peed all over the floor, one foot away from her litter box. What a spiteful little thing, we thought. My husband reacted by tossing her on the front porch. She's not an outdoor kitty, mind you, but we live in the country so she wasn't really in danger of getting hit. She sat on the porch and meowed pitifully. After about an hour, I felt pity on the kitty and brought her back in. After that, she decided to behave for a couple days. Then this morning, we woke up to discover her sleeping on the kitchen floor. She looked very rough. It was strange seeing her in the kitchen, since her

normal hang out is on top of the couch in the living room. I petted her and loved on her. We realized she was pretty sick and we needed to get her some help. Since we had to leave early to exchange vehicles, we decided to get it done once we got home. I called ahead to the shelter we adopted her from and let them know we were coming (they have a vet clinic inside). By the time we got back, however, Tubbs was looking even worse. She hadn't moved from her spot on the kitchen floor. Not a good sign.

I moved her over to the couch so she'd be comfy while we got everything together. While my husband was getting our daughter dressed to go see her grandma, I was trying to find our cat carrier. I came back into the living room, stumped, and then I witnessed poor Tubbs attempt to vomit, but all she could get out was bile. Afterwards, she collapsed down the back of the couch. I ran to get her. Her legs were up in the air and she was barely breathing. I said "forget the carrier, I'm getting a blanket." So I grabbed one of SJ's old blankets, wrapped Tubbs up and hurried to the truck. I put her in the seat next to me. She was barely alive at this point. I rushed as fast as I could to the vet clinic, which is pretty hard when you drive a manual and traffic is horrible.

So we get there, I come rushing in, and they tell me to have a seat. After waiting for nearly 45 minutes, I went up to the secretary and told her my cat was near death at this point. They finally rushed her back, but I wasn't allowed to go. I sat in the waiting room for 15 minutes before a nurse came out and told me the prognosis was grim. They didn't know what was wrong with her and they didn't have the facilities to properly care for her since they're a non-profit organization. God. I started crying. They took me back to see her, where they had her hooked up to an IV and an oxygen mask. They told me that her sister, Sissy, the cat we didn't take, was in there a few days prior with the same symptoms. I was relieved to hear it was likely not something we did wrong but I was upset to know we were the ones who separated her from her sister. I had to remind myself that we wanted to take Sissy but she wouldn't go in a box and had an all-around horrible attitude and it was the shelter assistant who said she'd be willing to separate the two.

So we narrowed it down to separation issues or a UTI due to the peeing everywhere or a combination of both. Her temperature had dropped to a dangerous 94 degrees (when normal for a cat is 100-101). I had to sign her over to them since I have $2 to my name. I felt terrible but they re-assured me it was the best thing for her. I made them promise to contact me if she died or if she lived. They said if she lived, they would give me the opportunity to re-adopt her. 

I left the shelter crying. At least I got to say goodbye. I truly felt terrible. I really loved that cat.

(18 DPO) - Dear body, you suck.

So I got my hopes up for nothing. Go figure. I don't know why I do this to myself every cycle. Here's the steps I routinely go through:

1. Get period

2. Eat a lot of sweets, bloat, watch a lot of sad movies, cry

3. Wait for period to be over

4. Go a few days without worrying about TTC

5. Realize I'm on CD 10 and I'm most likely going to ovulate in three days

6. Seduce hubby

7. Fail to seduce hubby

8. Realize I'm on CD 12

9. Panic

10. Attempt seduction of hubby again

11. Succeed

12. Lay with legs in the air, up against the wall for 5-10 minutes

13. Go about my business for a few days

14. Enjoy life without worrying about buying pregnancy tests

15. Realize that pregnancy tests do NOT in fact rule my life

16. Feel empowered to wait until AF arrives or doesn't arrive to test

17. Make secret pact with self to have more self control

18. Realize it's 8 DPO

19. Try had to resist stopping at Dollar General and buying First Signal $1 tests

20. Fail at resisting

21. Take First Signal test, see a line (always, always see a line)

22. Get excited

23. Race out to 24-hour Wal-Mart at 3:00am and buy more $1 tests

24. Take test with FMU on 9 DPO

25. See nothing.

26. Rinse and repeat for a few days

27. Swear I see something on every test

28. Get validation on online message board

29. Drive myself insane

30. Get stared at for purchasing yet another FRER at the local grocery store

31. Stare at the cashier's 8 month + pregnant belly and cringe when I hear her talking about her other four kids

32. Wonder if I'll somehow end up with four kids

33. Test every day until expected AF

34. Get AF

.... Rinse and repeat.

So there you have it! That's exactly what I do each and every cycle. It's becoming depression, exhausting AND expensive.

This cycle I've received some of the most convincing lines I've ever had TTC #2. I've felt so different this cycle and I still believe I might  be in it to win it. Here's what I received with my FMU:

Every time I look at it, I see a faint line. When I tweak it on my phone, the line has pink. It's there. The only question is, is it viable? I decided to try one of my First Signals with my FMU urine as well. Here's what I got:

Not quite what I had yesterday, but when I tone down the brightness on my phone, I see a faint pink line. 

This ish is nuts, yo.

At this point, I should be getting dark damn lines. This isn't fair!

In the mean time, my breasts are so swollen they could be floatation devices. I'm a DD on a good day. They're sore, vein-y and bulbous. That can be an AF sign but it's usually not the case with me. My nip-nips are also visibly darker. 

I guess we'll wait and see.

(17 DPO) - AF is due today!

I'm pretty excited about AF being absent. She may very well pop up but for now, she's late. I've been pretty cranky and crampy today, most of the cramps fixated in my lower back. I tried drinking Diet Coke at work and it tasted kinda off, but that's not uncommon for my place of employment if you catch my drift ANYWAY, it tasted funny so I tried the Minute Maid Lemonade and it too tasted off. I tried eating a biscuit and it tasted funny too. I figured they can't all be off so I took a test after work and got this.

Am I imagining things or is there a line there? If there is a line, shouldn't it be much darker since today's my AF day? Maybe I got my O date wrong... after all, I only go with my body's gut feelings.

Either way... my husband doesn't know yet. I don't want to get him all excited or worked up right now so we'll see. 

On a side note, I'm meeting with a lawyer on Monday to discuss the hit and run case. If the off chance is I'm pregnant, I wonder if we can include that in the settlement options. Who knows. 

Well, I'm exhausted. Goodnight y'all!

EDIT: I inverted it just for fun.

 Edit again: It must be a placebo effect but I'm getting a headache. I'm also feeling nauseous. Oh, and I have heartburn. Yeah. It has to be placebo.

It's taking every ounce of restrain not to go buy a FRER from our local 24 hour Wal-Mart. They're $8.98 for a two pack! ...... with a $2 off coupon! So they come to $3.50 a piece. But damn, my toddler's still not asleep and it takes 20 minutes to get to Wally World.... ah, I'll wait til tomorrow.

(15 DPO) - Uh ... that's a line.

EDIT: Uh. I accidentally had this labeled as 17 DPO ... I went back and re-checked my period app and realized I'm more along the lines of 15 DPO. Sorry.

I told myself I would wait until my period came, or didn't come, to test. But damnit I always break promises to myself. I'm pretty bad about that, actually. So tonight, I worked a 5-hour shift and held my pee. I wouldn't recommend that since it really is horrible for your bladder and can cause a lot of issues. But in the TTC world, it's perfectly normal ... so there's that.

Anyway, I came home and took an Answer brand test. 

Here's what I got.

Nothing to see right away, right?

Well, when I opened it up in Photoshop and tweaked it a bit, I got this.

It's there and it's pink. I used a BFP from a Google search of the same brand so that I could make sure the line was in the right place. It's even there when I invert it. Yes, I know it's not recommended to tweak tests, but all I did was adjust the brightness and contrast. That's allowed, right? It's my blog and I'm gonna do what I want, damnit. Anyway, I really think this may be the beginning of a BFP for me and I'm pretty stoked.

But is it viable? I mean, AF is due in two days. I haven't spotted yet, which is an excellent sign since I do 90% of the time right before she shows. But if this is a super super light BFP, shouldn't it be much darker for being this close to AF?

I'm going to go ahead and try not to stress. The only "symptoms" I'm experiencing are lower back pain, weird tastes in my mouth and tingly nipples. Fingers crossed.

EDIT: Here's another photo of the same test, taken around the 5-minute mark.

 

(15 DPO) - Feeling pretty blah today.

So today's approximately 15 DPO. According to my math, AF was due yesterday but according to my super-duper trustworthy, most of the time correct period app, I'm due on Friday, so two days from now. See, I've been tracking my cycle on this app for nearly two years. It knows my wonky uterus better than I know my own wonky uterus. Even though my period used to be ridiculously irregular, after having my daughter, it's pretty much fixed itself. That doesn't mean I no longer have PCOS, sadly, but at least I know I can count on my period each month. With that being said, I range from 28-31 days each cycle and my app is about 95% correct with its predictions of when AF will arrive. If AF is coming on Friday, I haven't spotted yet, which I do most of time... two days before AF. So maybe that's a good sign? Yes, that's a good sign. I'm also not feeling AF-like cramps like I normally do. In fact, I'm having no symptoms of either pregnancy or AF. Hmm. My lower back hurts a bit, though, but that's probably from mopping the entire damn house this afternoon.

I suppose I should test again today ... I'm itching to do so. I just got paid so I guess it won't be as embarrassing as yesterday when I bought tests with my credit card that had $15 credit left on it after my debit card was declined. At least the man at the check out is nice. He's the manager of that grocery store and he's always been kind to me and to my daughter. He gives her a free cookie every time he sees her :) It's no secret that I'm trying to get pregnant. I've never told him since it's none of his business, but it's pretty damn obvious when I buy FRERs from them every single month.

Ugh, I embarass myself.

In other news, one of  my best friends is going to find out tomorrow if she's having a boy or a girl. She's due on Halloween, which was my due date back when I had my very early miscarriage. She literally called me the day after I lost it and told me she was pregnant after TWO MONTHS of NTNP with her boyfriend. (yay) :( I was super stoked for her but pretty bummed for myself.

I've gotten over it at this point. She's an awesome person and I love her. With that being said, she might have already found out she's having a boy. When she went in for routine blood work a week ago, she had a friend of hers analyze the blood (they work in the lab) and discovered she was carrying the Y chromosome. So maybe it's a BOY :) how exciting. She already has a little girl. 

But we'll find out for sure tomorrow assuming he/she cooperates. How exciting. <3

One last note. If I am pregnant, my due date is February 24, 2015. My babies will be 2.5 years apart EXACTLY :)

(14 DPO) - Maybe there's still hope.

Well, the good news is that, according to my calculations, my period should be due today and I'm not feeling crampy or bloated. The bad news is, I took this FRER here with FMU and, although I see a line, I'm pretty damn sure it's an indent. Oh well. Hubby and I only BD'd one time this cycle during my fertile window. I know it only takes once, but it's looking like we missed the mark. I'm not terribly upset about it. I'm actually okay with it considering I'd love to focus more on my weight loss. Speaking of weight loss, I realized something pretty funny. I was looking through my old My Fitness Pal weight check-ins and realized I weighed exactly the same one year ago that I do today. Oh, I only lost and then gained back 30 pounds in that time period. Pssssh. ;) 

But really. I need to focus on this. My husband says that when I get focused on something, I become consumed. I thought he was just being an ass until I thought about it. First it was the extreme couponing. Oh yes, I used to be an extreme couponer. In fact, we're still not out of toothpaste, shampoo, conditioner and body wash from my couponing days ..... which ended almost two years ago.

Don't hate. I know you want to hate, but ... okay, you can hate.

I got really good at that shit. Like super good. See, I'm currently working on my Associates in Accounting. There's a reason for it. I'm quite good at math. I love math. I crave it. I actually do math problems for fun. 

I told you guys I was a nerd before being a nerd was cool.

The high got me going. Yes, I got stuff for free, but not to the extent they do/did on that stupid reality show. Those women were oftentimes frauding the system and using coupons incorrectly, but I didn't. It was pretty typical of me to walk with $300 worth of merchandise and only pay $60. The one thing I always got for free was toothpaste. (yes, I donated a shit load of it). Sadly, I stopped couponing when Kroger stopped double coupons. That's pretty much where a coupon for $0.50 off one item would double to $1.00. They would often have Crest toothpaste on sale 10/$10 (which you didn't have to buy 10 to get the deal, mind you! Buying one would cost you a dollah). Anyway, I would apply my $0.50/1 coupon, make it double, get that ish for free and then make it rain when I got home. It was amazing. The joke amongst my friends was that I "broke" Kroger when I got 200 packs of Huggies baby wipes for free. They stopped doubling their coupons shortly after the heist I pulled. I have no regrets. I love telling this story. You may have climbed Mt. Everest or birthed six babies non-medicated in a water birth or saved a bunch of kiddies from a burning bus, But I got 200 packs of free baby wipes. Listen up. Okay, so, I think I was around 9 months pregnant with my baby. I was hot, it was the worst summer heat on record, and I was waddling at a speed of negative five miles per hour. I was done. And I had my couponing book. I had spent the past 9 months couponing for baby supplies and getting quite a nice collection going. I had even dumpster-dived until I was about six months and my belly was too big to reach in. (before you judge me, I only went to recycle-bin dumpsters, so no nasty stuff! ... although people looked at me weird like I was a pregnant homeless lady). Anyway.

My local grocery store, Kroger, was running this awesome sale on Huggies baby wipes, 5/$5, making them $1 each. That's a great deal on its own, truly. For a pack of 70 wipes, they were normally $2.15 a piece without the sale. I was on one of my favorite coupon websites and discovered that the Huggies website was putting out a high-value $1 off 1 Huggies wipe pack, 70 count or more (you have to pay attention to that). The website allowed you to print off two of the same coupon from your IP address PER DAY, so I did so. Hallelujah, two free packs! 

Then I got greedy. (Hey, I was poor and I was about to have a baby, cut me some slack!)

I'm still poor but that's besides the point.

So I went to my local library around the corner. I used a guest pass and went to each open computer and printed off the coupons. Each page cost me $0.05, so you can argue I didn't get the wipes 100% free, but whatevs. I got four coupons on each page, so essentially, I paid $0.05 per four packs. 

No, the librarians didn't mind as long as I paid for what I printed.

So I went back to the library for five days, printing off as many as I could get away with. The library was on my way to work so I didn't have to waste gas.

Once I had my 200 coupons clipped and ready to go, I set forth to my Kroger. They had just re-stocked their shelves. I grabbed around 75 wipes, making sure I was getting them in increments of fives AND I made sure not to clear the shelf because that's really rude.

The cashier absolutely loved me ;)

But really. I was polite, apologized for the craziness, and handed her my coupons.

I walked with 75 free wipes.

I repeated this at three other Krogers, all within the area so I didn't waste gas. They didn't all have enough for me get what I needed without clearing the shelves. But over the course of three or four days, I got all the wipes I set out to get.

Damn, I miss couponing. I think I might pick it up again, but honestly, I just don't have the time... between working full-time, raising an almost two-year-old, raising a husband (am I right, ladies?), paying bills, going to college ... there's just not enough time in the world.

And I wonder why I want another baby.

Oh yes. Yes yes yes yes. More of this, please.

On a lighter note, we may be heading to Tampa, Florida with our family in September. We're going to visit my husband's stepfather's mother. She lives twenty minutes from the beach and damnit, I'm ready to see the ocean. I haven't been to the beach in nine years. And that was a shitty situation, let me tell ya. I was 18 and I went with my then-boyfriend and we fought the whole time we were there. His car broke down too. It was a nightmare. So I'm ready to just have a fun, family-filled much-needed vacation. So my new goal is to be back down to at least 190 by the time we go. That's 26 pounds to lose in 13 weeks... so that's 2 pounds per week! It's not entirely unobtainable. Difficult, but doable, y'anknowwhatimsayin?

I can do this.

(12 DPO) - Not much to look at.

Whoa, I had no idea I could position the image to be on the left side of the text! I'm gonna abuse the heck out of this option. Anyway, today's Father's Day and I'm 12 DPO. You would think that's the perfect combo for a Father's Day BFP. But no, not for me. So much for that.

Although the ladies on the message board said they saw a line, I really don't see much. I see a line but I figure it's probably an indent. Did I have a very early chemical or do I need to check myself into the looney bin?

On a side note, I had a dream last night that I was in jail and I took a pregnancy test in front of all the other inmates. It turned up positive immediately and everyone started celebrating.

Did I mention I've been binge-watching the second season of Orange is the New Black? 

(11 DPO) - Queen of the squinters.

Today I'm approximately 11 DPO.

This FRER was taken with a 5-hour hold. I really don't see a difference between this one and the 7-hour hold FRER from last night. I suppose it's too early to tell. Again, ladies on the message board said they saw a line. Ugh, I'm gonna go crazy again!

(10 DPO) - Here we go again.

Today I'm approximately 10 DPO. I just worked a 7-hour shift at work without peeing. I know my bladder's gonna sue me one day for putting it through so much stress. Honestly, when I'm really busy taking care of  my tables, I either forget to pee or I simply don't have enough time.

Anyway, I remembered I had a FRER in my purse and decided to give it a whirl.

I swear I see something here. I know I do. And please forgive the dank, scary bathroom shot and the hideous yellow walls. I promise I wasn't in a brothel or in the back of a cigarette shop.

EDIT: I posted this one on a message board I frequent and I had a handful of ladies say they saw the line! YAY! :)

I'm trying not to get my hopes up again .... it's so hard to do.

(9 DPO) - Symptoms

I try not to focus too much on symptoms. I've had so many on non-pregnant cycles and then only a few or none at all on my chemical pregnancy cycles. But this time, I need something to kill the time.

0 DPO - O-like cramps

1 DPO - O-like cramps

2 DPO - Light cramps, dizziness

3 DPO - Light cramps, a little lower back pain

4 DPO - Light cramps, dizziness, nausea, lower back ache

5 DPO - Upset stomach, nausea

6 DPO - Headache, nausea, dizziness

7 DPO - Cramping (good sign?), headache

8 DPO - Upset stomach, nausea

9 DPO - Horrible, horrible heartburn, nausea, cramping

There you have it. Either I'm pregnant or I need to make an adjustment with my diet. It's not uncommon for me to be nauseated for no reason. Headaches are also pretty common since having my daughter. I guess we'll have to wait and see. I might test tomorrow ....

Although it's not pregnancy-related, my left arm is still killing me. I might go back to the doctor here soon. My car's still in the shop, of course... 

Hit and run :(

Well, this week is starting off just flippin' perfect.

So this morning, I was driving to work using a back road many people take to avoid traffic. It's a rich neighborhood with a lot of hills and curves. The speed limit is 25 but it's common for people to go 45 (shame, shame), however, if you go less than 35, you're gonna get run over. 

Anyway, I was driving along on this two-lane road when, out of nowhere, this car going the opposite direction decided to just cross over the yellow line and ram right into me, head on. The initial shock caused me to slam on my breaks, scream and then just sit there stunned for about 20 seconds. Once I realized what had happened and my ears stopped ringing, I instinctively looked to my outside mirror to see the other car. 

But the damn mirror was gone. And so was my driver's side window, totally shattered. And my head hurt quite a bit.

A man drove up to me and asked if I was okay. I was holding my head and proclaimed, "I think so .... do you see the other driver?"

He looked around, puzzled. "No ... where did they go?"

That was a good damn question. 

My mind started to race and I came to the awful conclusion that maybe the other driver went over one of the embankments. That would have certainly resulted in a death. I started to cry.

At this point I had called 911. 

While I was speaking to the operator, another car pulled up and parked in a driveway. Two ladies got out and rushed over to me, saying they had seen the whole thing and only drove a little ways to turn back around. Once an officer arrived, I told him my story. He also got the witnesses' names and statements, both in my favor. Apparently the lady had almost them but succeeded in hitting me.

An ambulance arrived to check me out. I had some minor cuts on my hand. They removed the glass shards, cleaned up the blood and then took my blood pressure. It was somewhere in the neighborhood of 144/121, a very high number.

The officer pulled me aside to speak. He said that the lady's husband called in the accident. Apparently she lived nearby in the rich neighborhood and simply drove home after plowing into me. How nice.

The tow truck came to get my car, as well as a family member to pick me up. I received no ticket.

On my way home, I got a call from the cop. He had spoken with the lady who hit me. I found out the following:

• The woman was 75 years old, so maybe a little too old to be driving
• She was very confused and disoriented (maybe drunk)
• She thought she was at the country club (?!)
• She thought I was going the same direction as her
• She thought I was the one who fled the scene

Oh boy.

The cop told me to go to the doctor if I felt any pain and to give the lady's insurance company a call to give them my side of the story.

It wasn't until about three hours after the accident that I started to feel pain. My head was killing me and my left arm felt like I had worked out for a million hours.

I went to the doctor.

He concluded that it was likely I hit my head that hit my window, causing it to shatter, especially if the lady was going 45 mph. It didn't dawn on me that I could have hit my head, but it all made sense.

I was prescribed some pain medication and a muscle relaxer. 

I hesitated to take the pain meds because I'm in the middle of trying to get pregnant, but I did as I was told since the pain was a little too much to bare.

What a way to start my week.

My daughter is such a little ham.

I'm unsure if I should feel proud or ashamed.

Today, I walked into my daughter's bedroom to check on her. My husband had given her a string cheese. I saw that she'd made a huge mess all over her floor and I definitely looked peeved. She saw my face, puffed up really big and loudly proclaimed,

"Damnit mommy, you want some cheese?"

Uh.

Today might be O day!

The cramps are a little more intense today. I'm so proud of my body for ovulating on its own without Clomid.

Or maybe it's my imagination. Or maybe it's a placebo effect. 

I sure hope not.

Anyway, like my last post said, hubby and I BD'd yesterday. I hope we caught the egg in time!

............. Now we wait.

I'm feeling pretty "O"-kay! :)

This cycle, I'm choosing not to use Clomid. I guess I'm a little paranoid after reading other women's testimony on its ineffectiveness after 3-6 cycles. I'm giving my ovaries a break.

With that being said, today is CD 13 and I feel o-cramping. It's like Christmas. Hubby and I BD today and I left my legs in the air, up against the wall, for what felt like a damn hour.

It was probably more like 10 minutes but I'm a whiner and I like to complain.

So I worry we might have missed our cue. If today's O-day, or even if tomorrow is, BD-ing today is likely too late .... or is it? Ugh. Hubby's on a certain kind of medicine that kinda kills his sex drive. It's been an issue for a few years now. I hate to admit this, but we rarely make love more than three times in a month. His doctor recommended a certain herb and I think we'll try that next cycle if this one doesn't work.

Well .... let the crazy pregnancy games begin!

On a side note, I think I may start labeling my posts on what cycle # I'm on. We've been NTNP since October of 2012, two months after our daughter's birth. I say that because I stopped taking the after-birth birth control pills that month. We're still borderline NTNP and TTC. I mean, I obsess over symptoms, take way too many pregnancy tests and I cry a lot when I see BFNs. How's that different from truly TTC? Well, I don't temp, I don't use OPKs, and I don't chart. Also, the only medical intervention so far is being prescribed Clomid, and that was done nonchalantly over the phone with my OB. She knows I have PCOS but she's never had me do anything to prove I'm not ovulating on my own. I actually don't know if I'm just not ovulating on my own or what. No clue. Since my periods mysteriously decided to stop being jerks and actually show up on time, I've been having O-like pain each month, with or without Clomid. So am I truly broken? I really need to get back to the doctor.

Also, another side note, would my insurance cover my husband's treatment? He's never had his spermies counted or tested or whatever. I don't want to have to get that deep into the TTC world.... but I fear I'm getting there. I mean, I'm only 26 and I already conceived one baby naturally, but I have a bum uterus so I assume I might have a couple more years until I have to succumb to all that other crazy stuff.

................ I hope.