31 days this time.
And that, my friends, is within the doctor-approved normal range!
But before we get all excited, let’s look at what my chart showed (imagine you can see my chart here, because I’m too incompetent to figure out how to provide a web link. Not that you need to see that, but I’m rather proud of my temperature raise post-ovulation.).
Ovulation on Day 21. Late, but just squeaking into the normal range. I was ridiculously excited by this. Ridiculously excited.
I stayed excited right up until 9 dpo, when my temperature made a slight, but significant dip.
Surely, I thought, it’s not dropping already.
It dropped again, significantly, the next day, and I had a lot of spotting that afternoon. And AF was there in full force by the next morning.
I called it a 10 day luteal phase, but the tenth day wasn’t ideal, not least because Q. and I had gone away for a minibreak staycation while my parents looked after E. This would mark exactly the SECOND time Q. and I have left E. with my parents for a night. The last time was in November 2013 (when my mother famously locked herself and E. out of the house the following morning, which, if you know how the locks work in my house, you would know that’s quite a feat. Luckily we were still in the city and were on our way home when she called).
Anyway. Last weekend. Just us, a fantastic hotel room, some musical theatre, a great dinner, a bottle of wine, and my most unwelcome hanger-on.
SERIOUSLY, body. You choose THAT MOMENT to decide you couldn’t be bothered with a reasonable luteal phase? After YEARS of inaction?
It was still a great staycation, and even with all the fun of the previous day (musical theatre! tasty dinner!) I think the best part remains when we got to read the newspaper IN BED THE NEXT MORNING UNTIL 11:30!!!!!!!
I did all the puzzles.
I don’t think I’ve done that since E. was born.
- My body is still figuring itself out and this time my LP could be longer.
- Something isn’t right with my progesterone levels (or the balance between estrogen and progesterone) and I have an LP defect that would send me to a fertility clinic if I weren’t already at one.
I’m going to withhold judgment until I see what happens this month, but you know I’m expecting more problems. Because that’s just how my body rolls when it comes to reproduction.
In the long run, a 31 day cycle with a 10 day LP is just fine and dandy. It’s only an issue if I want to get pregnant.
And maybe I still want to get pregnant. I’m not sure these days.
So I’m opting to stay off the birth control, delay returning to the clinic by at least one more cycle, and wait to see what happens.
But if my body repeats what it did last cycle, I won’t have to wait that long.
And that in itself is terribly exciting.