Where have you gone to, Ovulation?


Waiting for the contraceptive pill to be out of my system…

It wasn’t until I was researching into how to increase my chances of conceiving that I realised something about my own body.  I suppose with being on the pill for 5 years, I have forgotten about the basics of my cycle.  It seems that the ovulation mucus that I should have around day 12-14 is really not happening for me.  Information on Ovulation can be found here.

Instead, and this is the weirdest thing, this mucus is appearing a few days short of my period.

Now, I’m not sure whether my body has got back to normal after coming off two different types of pill.  I stopped taking the POP pill just before Christmas last year after being on it for nearly two years.  Before that I was on the combined oral pill for over three years.  When I stopped taking the pill completely, the nurse did say it could take up to six months for my fertility to return properly.  I could be expecting a bit too much too soon, but my monthly cycle did return straight away which gave me false hope.  Perhaps my stress levels are playing havoc with my ovulation?  Or perhaps it is something else?

I won’t find out either way until I go to the doctor; however, that is not until mid-April when I’ve booked my appointment.  In the meantime, I will hope that my now 21-day cycle will increase back to the 28-day one it was on pre-pill.

Until then I will continue to eat all the food that is recommended for trying to conceive.  I will continue to lurk on pregnancy sites and pretend I know what all the acronyms are.  The only two I actually know are DTD and TTC.

I will also continue to take my daily folic acid tablet with my breakfast and hope that it will happen soon.

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Tick tock… It’s the Sound of the Biological Clock


The clock is ticking…


As I’ve reached the milestone of being 30, my body is starting to talk to me.  When I met up with a friend I haven’t seen in ages, and I saw how she was with her two sons, I realised that I don’t want to wait until I’ve got that promotion.  I don’t want to wait until I’ve finished that project.  I want to start having children now.


I started looking around at all my friends that I went to school with who have children.  I seem to be the anomaly that went off to university and got myself a career job.  And while I have done that, I wonder whether my penchant for DVD boxsets and chick lit books is really hiding that hole that I have inside me.  Do I think that if I just buy that DVD – and wait until I’ve eventually watched it – or I’ll buy that book, that it will make me whole?




My problem is that I’m worried that as I continue my trek through the tricenarian forest, will it get more difficult to become pregnant?   My work is important to me, but what is more important in the long run is what I leave behind when I’m gone.  Who will be there to look after me when I’m old and greying?  Who will be at my bedside as I take my last dying breath?


I’ve always been adamant that I’d be a rubbish mother, as I consider myself to be quite selfish, and I was always a strange type of woman who would never go gaga over babies, but would always say that puppies were cute and gush over them instead.


Now, I want it all.  I want the two babies.  I want the crying in the middle of the night, the cleaning snot from a nose and wiping it on my nightie.  There are going to be no more regrets.