ironed-out

Temp was 97.7 today. The bad news is that this means my ovaries are still in lockdown, but the good news is that at least they didn't ship out the goods with no receiver waiting. (I think I just mixed up a postal metaphor with a football metaphor. Oh well.)

Also, yesterday the nurse-practitioner at my doctor's office subjected me to a pregnancy test before she let me walk away with my penicillin prescription (for strep throat). Negative, of course. She also said to call around cycle day 60 if I still hadn't menstruated, ovulated, or had anovulatory bleeding. That's March 4, three weeks from today. Duly noted.