Taylor
“Wake me up before you go, go..." I turn my Wham alarm off. Today, I decide to wash my face and use the restroom prior to my temperature. As I wash my face in the mirror, I feel butterflies in my tummy. I might be ovulating today.
I assume the peeing position on the toilet, I'm reminded of my tenderness discovered during the night. Moving through the soreness, I check my underwear as I conduct my morning business. I rub my index finger over the creamy white discharge on my cotton panties. I pinch my finger and thumb together, then apart as the internet stated. The consistency is sticky and stringy. s**t! This is a sign I might be ovulating. Oh crap! Oh crap! I'm not ready for this. I'm not ready for this.
I quickly log my mucus observation, then place the thermometer under my to
