So, I got my positive OPK on June 25th... which means I *could* have conceived on the day the King of Pop passed away. And his soul could have floated right on over to Mexico to my womb.
OK, not really, but how funny would it be if my kid's first steps were a backwards moonwalk?
On a more serious note, I am soooo bummed about the MJ news. Having 3 older sisters who were coming of age in the 80s, I was learning the moonwalk and the choreography to Thriller when most 3 and 4 year olds were learning the Hokey-Pokey. I used to sing my own made-up lyrics to Beat It (they were pretty funny, too), while sucking my fingers in the stroller. This is a huge loss, not just for me, but for the world. And no, I'm not deifying the man, but let's face it, he pretty much defined the Music Industry.
Anyway, I am sitting at the resorts getting ready to leave for the airport and thought I'd check in to let you all know the vacation was a SMASH! I feel SO relaxed right now, and I just hope that I can make it last through the summer. I'm not the easy-going type by nature... but I'd really like to give it a try, because let's face it, uptight, impatient, irritable, and high-strung are not all that attractive. I had some reflexology at the spa the day I ovulated, and took a yoga class each afternoon, too, so hopefully things were all *working* properly.
I'm not honestly thinking I'm pregnant, mind you. I just hope that everything is in working order. I don't even know if I did ovulate (an LH surge doesn't mean definate O, especially with PCOS)- - I'm really putting my hope into NEXT month, when I am back on Femara. But I do hope that all of this glorious sunshine and relaxation did my body good.
Well, it's about time to skidaddle. Adios, Cancun!