For well over a year I was obsessed with charting. I took my temperature every morning, checked my cervical fluid and the position to try and pinpoint ovulation. I got pretty good at it and knew the exact day I ovulated.

Once we got the results from the semen analysis I stopped doing that, because, what was the point?

Now that I did the cycle of monitoring with the RE, I'm wishing I had charted this month. I know a general timeframe of when I ovulated, but not the exact day. I'm on progesterone supplements which I've read can delay your period. Last night when I was inserting the progesterone the applicator had a tiny spot of blood. Of course, my immediate thought was "implantation bleeding". Even though there's only a .02% chance that we'll ever get pregnant on our own. And then I starting thinking about how Eric's testosterone shot up so high, maybe it's doing something to his count. But then I think that it takes around 90 days for a sperm to fully mature so his count wouldn't have done anything by now.

So you can see that my mind is going crazy right now. I thought I would stop obsessing when we found out that the chances for "normal" conception were so low. But no, my brain holds onto even the tiniest tiniest shred of hope it can find.

This morning I was woken up to what I thought were menstrual cramps, but they went away in about ten minutes.

If I'm not pregnant I think I should start my period in the next few days. But if the progesterone increases my luteal phase....

If it hasn't started by Wednesday I'll call the doctor and ask them what I need to do. I refuse to take another HPT and get a negative.