I'm temping again. I know, I know. I had promised to give it up after February's chart nearly killed me. But, being in a natural cycle with no drugs to obsess over or constant appointments to keep, a girl has to have a hobby. So even though I had thrown out (all three) of my thermometers, I snuck back to Walgreens and bought a new one. *hangs head in shame*
Just so you know, I am being punished for it. I have a really good looking chart again. Fertility Friend is even telling me it is possibly triphasic. Of course, my body does not want me to get too excited or hopeful, so it is keeping me grounded with lots and lots of stark white pregnancy tests (does anyone else ever get the urge to grab a Sharpie and draw in that second line? Anyone?). So, since my body says "no" and my temps say "yes" (or at least, possibly), I have spent many many maaaaaaany hours combing through the charts gallery. And do you know what I've learned?
Your chart means nothing.
Seriously, I have seen beautiful, text book sample charts that all of a sudden plummet like a depression-era stock market chart.Your temps just do not matter.
Or at least they don't matter until the end. I have decided it is like playing the lottery. Imagine sitting there with your lottery ticket listened to the spokes-girl rattle off the numbers...66, 32, 99, 54 (97.5, 97.7, 97.9, 98.1). And you are going yes, yes, yes, yeeeeeees. But really, it all comes down to that last number. Without her calling the 42 you have on your ticket, you are not the big winner. Likewise, if that last temp comes up as a 97.1 instead of a 98.4, you will not be getting that take home prize of a baby.
Although, maybe that is not a great analogy. Because if you get 4 out of 5 lottery numbers, I think you still get something...a smaller prize amount. Having a good chart that plummets gets you nothing but a broken heart.