I was fertile around the 12th, 13th, and 14th of January. We were like beautiful, natural animals - rabbits - during that time.
I hate having to wait two weeks to see if anything took root. Which is probably why I would never be a very good gardener. I am far too impatient.
And so now...I wait. Occasionally I feel a twinge of cramping. My breasts would hurt by now if I was prego; I know this from previous experience. Sigh.
And so...I look forward to allowing the crimson to flow in a couple days, cleanse me, and ready me for the joy in trying next month. Whereupon, once again, I will grab Dave and hide in our bedroom for a few days.
Oh hush. You know men like that sort of thing.
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