I'm smack in the middle of the Two Week Wait - the time between ovulation and my next cycle, wherein we wait to see if the stick turns blue, pink, or "pregnant" (depending on the type of stick I buy).
Meanwhile, M is rubbing my belly, talking to it, and lest I still be ovulating (I doubt it), not wanting to "waste sperm". (quite enough TMI already without my having to go into gory detail . . . )
He says it's because he knows I want to be pregnant, and when pressed admits he'll be "happy about it" - but I know it's really because he wants a burrito baby almost as badly as I do - he just doesn't want to admit that he does. And in the meantime I still don't want him seeing my ovulation calendars, even though it's clear to both of us that we're totally "trying".
What is it with this freaky sense of secrecy between us? This "final frontier"? Huh? 'Cause it makes no sense to me! But, in true me fashion, I have a theory: we each have our coping mechanisms, our ways of dealing with the fact that MC is a killjoy.
Me? I'm looking up the chances of a miscarriage with a second pregnancy after having one the first one. (They're the same as any other pregnancy: 15%.)
In the meantime, I'm totally excited and hopeful again. And looking forward to peeing on some sticks in the next week and a half or so.
~Nichole
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