I wake up on Monday mornings to the sound of my alarm clock and hit snooze, tossing the covers over my head before eventually willing myself out of bed so I don't, you know, get fired or anything. I hear they get pretty cranky when you don't show up for work. But before I can toddle my cranky, pre-caffeinated ass off to the shower to start the day, I have a date with my BBT thermometer.
Once we start treatment at the fertility clinic, every morning I'm going have a date with my BBT thermometer
and my telephone so I can call the clinic with my results. I'll also have the pleasure of sharing the details of my cervical mucus and my sex life with the auto prompter on the other end of the line. Isn't babymaking romantic?
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