Aw, you noticed!
I decided last weekend that the whole TTC thing is making me batshit. I mean get a shrink, go on meds, batshit. Dh was not in the mood last Saturday, and I was practically insane over it. Like, cry alone in the bathroom at 2AM and make irrational comparisons to my first marriage, insane. Just because the poor man was tired. So he felt guilty, I felt guilty for making him feel guilty...I'm sure everyone's familiar.
I put TCOYF, "Enhancing Fertility Naturally" and my BBT in my nightstand drawer and told Dh I don't care if we never have sex again.
Then I got over the no-sex part, but that other stuff is staying in the drawer for a while.
The thing is, of course, that I can't UN-know everything I've learned about secondary signs, so I'm guaranteed to go a bit over the edge when I start finding ewcm in my pants...but I don't need to be torturing myself (and dh) with temping every morning, freaking out with "OMG, We missed it AGAIN" thoughts. KWIM?