So life has settled back into our summer routine, with the new addition of the BBT at 5 a.m. – this is usually when V. first wakes up; while T. resettles her for another hour or so of sleep, I groggily take my temp and then do the same myself. It’s been depressingly monotonous – a steady 97.3 day after day. I had one flukey spike to 97.8 one morning… thought oh, I ovulated, but no. I’ve had my period twice post-partum, but it’s been 36 days now and no sign of ovulation yet.
It must be because I’m still breastfeeding. I had thought I would wean at one year, precisely so we could start trying again… but I find myself in a similar position as Doc Grumbles, feeling the pressure of the ticking clock in my ovaries (although in her case it sounds like it’s more D than her feeling the pressure), but at the same time so in love with our little one that I don’t want to divide my already divided attention even further.
I do want more children. I do. So does T. At least one more… I’m at peace with the idea of adopting, but I think we’re going to give it the ol’ college try at least once more here.
My plan is to just keep charting, try to slowly decrease frequency of breastfeeding (right now we’re at 4x a day again), and have a frank talk with the ob/gyn once I switch to my husband’s insurance and am able to schedule a long-overdue annual exam next month.