Officially fertile.  Ovulation forecasted on the 11th.  If that silly tracker is correct.

I hear women say all the time, I know I ovulated today, or will tomorrow.  Or just did this last minute.  How so?  A pinch?  A cramp?  A vision? 

How do I know it’s not the mexican food I ate last night?  A pinch?  A cramp?  Could be gas, right?  

I see the CM.  I know egg white.  But I’ve never mastered how my cervix feels.  Or any definitive sensation.  And frankly, it feels odd, scrutinizing these things.  I know, it’s my body, it’s beautiful, and I should get to know it.  But feeling for the tip of my cervix daily, to detect changes, just isn’t that fun.

So.  Maybe this month.  Maybe not.