October 24, 1999
On Our Way?
Cycle 1, Day 15
Temp: 97.7
Cervical Mucus: Egg White!
Cervix: Soft, open, high
Today we had an Evensong.
Several of the area Episcopal church choirs got together and did a
musical service. It was quite a long day; we met to rehearse after
regular service, then went to rehearse with the other choirs, then
finally had the service. My voice was exhausted; although the music was
quite lovely (well, most of it, anyway), the other altos around me were
positively belting it out, and after a while I just gave up trying
to hear myself. I hate it when choir singers try to turn chorus parts
into solos; that wide vibrato just drives me batty.
On the fertility front, I believe I ovulated today. I think it
happened during the prayers; had some mittelschmertz (cramping) and
felt the tell-tale "lube" sensation of egg white cervical mucus. EWCM is
just what it sounds like: it's clear, stretchy, and slimy. Really
attractive stuff, folks, but it's the most fertile kind of cervical
fluid. From what they say, sperm just love swimming through this!
(The experts say, not the sperm, wise guy.) So after
service, I ran up to Eric to tell him the good news and prepare him.
"No!" he says. Eric had apparently developed cold feet in the face of such irrefutable evidence of my fecund nature. Thankfully,
on the way home and after much talking, he came around. The products
of today's efforts are hopefully finding their way to where they need
to be.
Do all guys get cold feet at this point in the game? I've heard from
a few women that their men have tried to push back the date when it
came close. I know of a couple who have developed "performance anxiety"
when it came time to dance. Eric's worried mainly about finances; he's
already talking about finding a second job. We do well enough; he's
in materials, and some guys at corporate are actually looking at hiring
him into Information Systems. It would be good money, but he's still
scared. My family got along on much less money than he alone makes, and
his family didn't do much better. I have no idea from where his paranoia
is coming.
The fathering books he's seen have been no help at all. They all
feed into his fears, saying how a father needs to provide, can't even
think about changing jobs, needs more insurance, needs to write a will.
Yes, yes, love the kids, but it's more important to have job stability.
Eric ends up throwing the books across the room most of the time.
There's got to be more to fatherhood than that, he knows, but nobody
wants to write about it.
Mothering books are better, but so many of them irritate me. They
seem so fear-centered, especially the ones concerning birth. I'm a firm
believer in nonmedical birth, but it seems to be an unpopular opinion
with authors. And don't get me started on the "What to Expect" books;
Eric calls them "What to Fear and Dread" books.
I've got to go get some sleep now. Hopefully my temps will jump
tonight, and then will come the obsessing...
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