Ovulating is Hard Work!

My menstrual cycle has been as regular and on time as the NYC subway system back in my early twenties. Then came the thirties (post wedding) and it got knocked out of whack. During a time when we were passively trying to conceive a child, start a family and continue the inevitable journey called life, a monkey wrench gets thrown in our well-manicured plan. Who would have thought this could happen? It slowly began to eat away at our sensibilities. It began to add layer after layer of tension to our easy going natures. It erupted one day as we were forced to look at the core of our angst.

Neither one of us wanted to talk about the pregnancy that wasn't happening. Neither one of us wanted to find out why, let alone which one of us is the malfunctioning party. It was an unusual time for us. It was a very dark time for us. We needed a jolt...and we got it. Upon undergoing a battery of testing and invasive procedures to record for the infertility clinic, we got pregnant. Fast forward to present day (gave birth and adopted our second)...

In my late thirties, my cycles have now taken on a life of its own. It makes it known when the ovulation begins...I get mucho sleepy and crave naps in the middle of the day. My energy level dwindles to a low grade humming and I can't see straight as daylight wanes. But double bath duty for 2 dirty toddlers covered in flubber cannot wait a minute longer...the show must go on!