My torrid, two-week long affair with the dildocam is over. I've finally ovulated.
My RE doesn't believe in charts and other mystical fertility wizardry, so this exercise was to prove to him what I was already sure was happening (given that I am a follower of chartism). But I have to admit that there's still a measure of comfort in knowing that science has confirmed that at least part of me is in working order.
Of course, this means that they'll have to delve deeper into my innards to figure out what isn't working properly.
Why do I have the feeling that I'll be looking back on the days of dildocam with fondness and a wistful tear in my eye in the not too distant future?
One step at a time. One step at a time.