Yesterday was day 1, marking the end of my month off of trying to conceive. The month was great. I abandoned all thoughts of getting pregnant, so much more gloriously than intended. I did not temp. I did not pee on any sticks. I did not even take my prenatal vitamins. I rode rollercoasters, ran 6 miles at a time, and drank as much wine as I wanted. I lost 7 pounds, I gained 2 back.
And most importantly, when my period came yesterday, it was a surprise. Like it used to be! Not the culmination of 3 days of frantic TP-checking every time I go to the bathroom, but a complete and utter “Oh shit!” in the bathroom of a client’s office in the middle of a meeting. And it was then that I realized how much good this break had done me, and really, all of us. To just be able to forget about my womanly rhythms and just live my life normally was such a gift to myself. Fertility Friend might be my fertility’s friend, but it is certainly not my friend. And that app stayed firmly closed for all 28 days of my cycle.
Today, when I called my RE’s office to order more sperm, and talk about a trigger shot for this month, I was excited and hopeful again. Not depressed, not even sad, but excited. Which means that the month off accomplished exactly what it was supposed to.