Peak-a-boo

So, yesterday was the big OPK peak. All the clues have lined up to suggest that I will ovulate today. For the next 24 hours I will be analyzing every twinge in my nether region so as to try to perfectly time this IUI business, round three.

Meanwhile, my husband is out back building a deck. I can picture it now: I am doubled over in Clomid-induced ovulation pain while he hammers away. I gently scream at him through the window to come "do your duty!" He tromps in, in his mud-caked boots, to trade in his working gloves for some medical gloves. Hopefully he has improved his speculum situating skills over the last month. Last month's assessment of his technique--C+ at best. Oh well, he's a good sport! My, isn't making a baby fun...