You know what sucks? Temping. You know what sucks more? Charting.
I had totally forgotten that annoying little thermometer sitting on my bedside table, mocking me. Did I take it as soon as I woke up? Why didn't my temperature shift? Was that a big enough jump for ovulation?
I also forgot that damn fertility charting site with its stupid little graph paper laughing back at me from my computer screen. Maybe you ovulated on day 16...no wait! I'm moving it to day 18 now...no wait...maybe you didn't ovulate at all!
Temping sucks and so does all that freaking obsessing you inevitably do while watching your chart unfold as the cycle goes by. How did I forget?
You know what adds a somewhat comic and ironic twist to temping? Having twin boys who love nothing more than to inspect, move, and run away with everything on my bedside table. Even more hilarious? Having twin boys who love to pretend they are doctors, carrying that hallowed thermometer off to the dark nether regions of the house where it will never be found again.
Maybe they're taking it away to enter my temperatures for me? Do you think they can count to the hundredth place?