“Hey hon…be ready for sex when you get home. I have lots of stretchy cervical mucus and my cervix is really soft and high. I think I’m going to ovulate today!” I don’t think I’ve ever uttered something so unromantic in my life, but it was 7 in the morning and I wasn’t thinking of romance. We have a job to do. I was thinking of accomplishing our mission!
So we’ve become slaves to the rhythms of my bodily fluids. My husband has started to give me this look like, Egg white cervical mucus AGAIN! Man, how many days are you going to be fertile?! Just hurry up and ovulate already…I’m tired!
Believe me, I’m tired too! I had no idea baby making could be such a chore. And yes, I know it doesn’t HAVE to be, but I’m a spaz and fiend for immediate gratification, so thinking that we could just have fun and let things happen is a joke. I know what would happen if we stopped the charting and timing and just “had fun.” We would most likely come up short at the end of the month, and then I would be pissed at myself for being lazy. I would be mad that I didn’t just put forth a little effort.
And to make matters worse, Michelle Duggar just popped out her 17th snotbucket in 19 years! Hell, I think all Jim Bob has to do to impregnate her at this point is sneeze in her general direction. You can’t tell me they have time to have sex every day she has egg white cervical mucus. Well, then again….those older kids seem to be doing a lot of the raising of the little ones, so maybe they have a secret baby making chamber in that huge new house of theirs.