FF was telling me that I had ovulated.
We'd DTD regularly around the same time as ovulation had been predicted.
My temperature was on a steady incline.
Much as I tried not to be, I was hopeful.
But today my temperatures came crashing back down again, and I'm sure that a visit from Aunt Flo is imminent.
Urgh. My body sucks.
We're also still waiting to hear from the doctors about Mr B's SA... Which is frustrating. We went to them in November, and it's now almost February. Ridiculous. And annoying.
(Because, let's be honest, they're always the best!)
Mr B had his first meeting about the redundancy situation today. He knows no more than he did yesterday, but will know by this time next week whether or not he has a job.
I think I'm the one that's more stressed about it at the moment-I am, by nature,a worrier, so this is my DREAM situation!
He'll know next week.
It's a pretty scary thought, to be honest. He's worked for the same company (although under various company names) for 23 years.
I'm not sure what he (we?!) will do if he's made redundant.
What I do know is that we'll deal with it together.
1. Think of 10 positive things a day
2. Write a gratitude diary
3. Go back to the gym
4. Lose Weight
5. Pass my driving test
6. Buy a car
7. Make a baby
8. Find a new / better job
9. Have a holiday with my mum
10. Meet up with all the friends that I keep telling "we must meet up soon" and never doing anything about it.
There's no order in which I want to achieve them, and in fact - I already have completely one.
I PASSED MY DRIVING TEST ON MONDAY!!!!!
I was really chuffed with myself, and today we went car hunting.
Oh, and I lost 4lbs this week! Whoop!
This time last year I didn't know when I was going to next get paid.
This time last year I felt guilty if I spent any money.
This time last year I was spending most of my time at home, looking for work, and keeping the house tidy.
This time last year I was happier.
Personally, I couldn't be happier that December is over and done with. Christmas and New Year only serves to remind me of what a complete failure I've been through the year.
January, though, means a new start.
And 12 months left to fail, too!