My birthday is coming. I had hoped that I would be pregnant or a mom by the tenth anniversary of my 21st birthday and this is my last chance. My test day, according to F.F. is the day before my b-day (which would be a lovely and respectable CD 36). What fun news to share on my birthday! I would have gotten to where I wanted to be, by the skin of my teeth!
But what if I'm not?
Then I get to celebrate this crushing disappointment at my nephew's birthday party. Joy. With my luck, one of the 5 pregnant females in the area that we know personally would just love to see us when we come to visit. More joy. The only thing that could top that would be to go to PA and have the last of the couples we are friends with announce their pregnancy. That would suck serious ass.
Looking at where we are now, it appears that my surgery would fall into the gray area between ovulation and AF. Not ideal, but it will depend on when I ovulate. I guess we'll have to play it by ear.
But fingers crossed for a BFP by my birthday...