Knock Three Times
by Tony Orlando and Dawn
Knock three times on the ceiling if you want me!/ Woah-oh, twice on the pipe, if the answer is no/
So, perhaps I spoke too soon in my last entry. I did make up the parsley tea and drank it for two days, and had been planning to brew up another pitcher today. This morning, I woke up to photo-quality EWCM (don't worry, I'm not actually going to post a picture), which sent me flying for the fertility/charting book, and onto the internet for other opinions. After much discussion, LB and I have decided that we will try again this cycle, if our donor is available. This, I suppose, is when having a local, known donor is a benefit - if we were trying to suddenly acquire some little swimmers from a bank in another state, I don't think this sort of "gee, that seems awfully clear and stretchy...holy cow!" turn of events would work in our favor.
So, for the second time this cycle, I found myself sterilizing a jar and a syringe, and now I'm going to think calm, relaxing thoughts and try not to work myself up over this opportunity. Who knows, perhaps my cycle is not trying to foil my plans at every opportunity.
Oh my sweetness, [* * *] means you'll meet me in the hallway/ Oh-oh, twice on the pipe [x x] means you ain't gonna show.