Or the lack thereof.
Can I just say something? I think God hates me. Personally. Like ...on a really serious level.
I'm still OPK negative which pisses me off all by itself what with the swollen ovaries and pain and such. Except that yesterday, while I was 180 miles away at my sister's for a nephew's birthday party, my husband, while grocery shopping, was suddenly carted off by ambulance to the emergency room nearly in a coma. When I found out? My first thought ..please let him be okay. My second thought? When I knew he was okay? Damn it. This is totally going to throw off the every other day sex that is required in this baby making process.
And that ....is why God hates me.