I woke up this morning and it felt like my boobs were ready to explode.
Walking bra-less from the bedroom to the bathroom - a journey of no more than 6 steps - had to be done with one hand clutching each breast to minimise the pain. (Luckily I only have two breasts unlike
Showering, or more exactly, shaving my spider-pits was tricky as lifting my arm over my head was torture.
It is also drizzling outside in sharp contrast to the beautiful spring weather we've had for the past week.
Which leads me to draw one of two conclusions:
a) My mammary glands had developed a new skill, much like an old lady's bunions or a gammie leg, and have started to twinge when there is a change in the weather.
b) I am about to get my period after having no action down there since the start of April. My first 'proper' minera-induced period.
There is something comforting about knowing that, even if it is hormone induced fakery, my body is getting into some kind of rhythm again. That or hell is preparing to freeze over.
And for those of you who have nothing better to do than wonder how long I have until the bit of plastic cluttering up my womb is removed I've added a handy countdown to the left. Not quite the baby ticker that adorns so many blogs but the best I can do just now - and I'm presuming you wouldn't want a more graphic visualisation of just what is happening in my uterus.
(Secret D, in answer to your comment on my last post I can't do a countdown to IUI because until they go in and check the coil has done its job satisfactorily and then worked when I can start stimulating those ovaries I don't know when IUI will happen).