Late, late....

First of all--
I've had this blog public for a few friends.  Today I made it private to only me.  My reason for that is that if I AM able to get pregnant sometime soon, I don't want my best friends to find out about it online.  Plus, I don't necessarily want to tell people the second I find out, either.  I'd like Nick to know first.  And my mom and dad.  And my sister.  But I'd still like a place to record some of my thoughts and feelings as I go on this journey.  So, privatization it is.

Okay, back to regularly scheduled programming:

The last post was a picture of my brand-new ovulation kit.  I didn't start using it immediately, because I needed to be able to sit down and read it and make sure I used it on the right days.  But I used it one day when I thought would be a good time to use it...then read the instructions, realized I should have started it on Day 9, and it was now Day 17.  Duh.

For the last 2 weeks, I have had heart palpitations.  Skipped beats, probably one every two minutes or so.  It doesn't hurt or anything.  It's just a little weird.  Nick looked it up online, and it's not bad persay.  I mean, you don't want your heart doing that all the time, but it's not like I need to go to the hospital or anything. 

Well, yesterday I had a thought: Maybe my irregular heartbeat could have something to do with maybe being pregnant?  So, I typed a question into my lovely Google search engine, and what do I read?  "Arrhythmias may occur more frequently during pregnancy due to changes in hormones, changes in associated hemodynamic, hormonal and autonomic changes and changes in circulating blood volume, sleep and emotion during pregnancy."

Then I get to thinking: hmm...when am I supposed to start my period?  So I go to my little calendar where I keep track, and...oh!  Today is day 31.  That's interesting.  Day 31 and no sign of period yet.  Hmm...

I usually can tell when it's coming.  I get some minor cramps, I just feel heavy, and my skin breaks out like crazy.  I'm not regular.  I started keeping track a couple of months ago, and I was 28 days, then 30 days, then 28 days again.  So this might just be my body being funny.  But I *did* get a twinge of  hope.  So we'll see.