My Lady of the Lantern

No farmer adds fertilizer to a land he is not planning to seed. Decision made: No Clomid for me this cycle. I was in two minds over this. A… On one hand I thought that there was a chance of late ovulation ( no Mam, I have no rational explanation for that ), and that I was quantifying the number of hours an egg remains inside post ovulation, and how long a sperm stays alive, and I had this faint hope that sperms may catch the egg a little late but still may ( no Mam, I have no rational explanation for that too ). The other reason is that the history of the trip that DH is about to undertake is such that it has been cancelled/postponed in the past. So, if I were not to take Clomid, and DH has his plans scuttled on let’s say, December 4th, I am going to be pretty pleased not. B… On the other hand, it makes a lot of sense to not take Clomid, when there is likely to be complete missing action in the most crucial days. It does not make sense to poke the ovaries into turning bubble-o when not...

My guest of honour who was expected to reach me on 29th preponed the visit by three days. Even though I tend to Woohoo Whistle Welcome an earlier than usual arrival, this one arrival has left me calculating and reviewing my cycle plan. DH is going to be out of town from December 6th - 12th. Counting by my cycle days, he shall be out from CD11 to CD17, which is significant chunk of my harvest time. Given my plan to commence Clomid for 5 days from CD2, I now wonder whether it is worth it to do Clomid at all. Or that I should start it by let's say, CD4? Or I should just add December to another non-medicated TTC cycle? Questions. Questions. Questions. Thanks God. ^WiseGuy^

That egg was placed to be crushed under the tyre of the groom’s car as he set off for the Wedding Venue ( in Wedding 1 ). I captured the ritual and assumed that it was done as a sign of good luck. I carried the assumption in the second wedding as well, when the same was repeated in Wedding 2. My assumption came unfounded last night when hubby and I were returning home from somebody’s place. I asked him about why the egg had been so placed. The reason for the crushing was that at some point of time, animal sacrifice was done before any auspicious occasion to please the Gods. And now, rather than sacrificing animals, eggs are crushed as a symbolic mark of the same exercise. I was hit by the meaning. Crushing that egg guaranteed that there would be nothing productive or nextgen-ish ever coming through that one egg. What would you have felt at being a witness to that phenomenon? Had you not known the meaning what would your reaction be? Had you known the meaning, would you have felt any di...

...Yet! I POASed today morning and it was a single-liner. Off to AF-baiting on the weekend. ^WiseGuy^

A day before Wedding 1, I decided to wear my silver anklets that had not seen the light of day for several years. I wore the anklets for a day, and when I felt a lot of discomfort I removed them in the night, not continuing them the next day or the day after. That entire day, I bent and used my feet for all the usual walkathons/movathons. Recently, in Wedding 2, someone commented on the spots that were there on one side of my left ankle. When I examined the other ankle it had spots around the same area. I thought it was some allergy I developed to the silver. In a conversation on Sunday, I came to know that those tiny red dots were actually petechial hemorrhages...the reason why they had persisted for long was my ASA. Anyhoo, today morning I placed an order for Siphene(Clomid)100 mg, another month's course of Metformin and ASA. I am expecting AF to come visiting around this weekend. I would scream with joy if it does not appear for the right reason, and I would begin Siphene from D...

I promise that my post is not as classy as the brilliant title. I am through with the Wedding 2, and am about to depart tonight for my current-abode city. You know what happens when you are in a swarm of people...close, not-close, too-close, about-to-get-close, were-close, want-to-be-close, not-close-but-prying-close, moles. Oh, so you have been married how many years now? Six? Okay. And any Baba, Baby? *** Oh, so she is your niece. She is your SIL's daughter. Oh, but are you not the No. 2 DIL? Your SIL is No. 3 no? *** What girl? You are not planning or what? Then came another pearl. The next day of the wedding, my eldest BIL was lamenting that none of the brothers get together now like they once used to. With that thought, he said Oh come on, we must planning something soon, before these two (pointing at the newly-weds) get into the queue(i.e. have a baby on the way)... I was sitting there in the group and it struck that I was not counted in the likely soon-visitors of Babyland. ...

Gone away for a little while...will be back soon. You take care! ^WiseGuy^ Image Courtesy: http://daydino.blogspot.com/2009/09/enter-exit.html