Deja deja vue

Not this time, either; period arrived 48 hours late, so another failed implantation, I presume. Given the illness, I'm not all that sorry, really.

Deja vue

Yesterday was 2 weeks past ovulation. Over the last 48 hours, the pre-menstrual tenderness of my breasts has become greater, not less. There's not a trace of blood, and I am now at least 24 hours overdue for a period. I'm waking in the night, needing to pee, and unable to go back to sleep again afterwards. I'm hungry, and I don't think coffee sounds appealing at all.
I haven't done a test yet, but I think I know what it's going to say.
This is the third time I've got more-or-less pregnant since my forty first birthday, out of only 4 months when we tried to conceive. Pretty scary fertility levels. One miscarriage and one chemical pregnancy so far. Let's hope it's third time lucky. I'm on the good side of the bell curve for fertilisation for my age, evidently, so maybe I'm on the good side of all the other bell curves too.
But I wasn't last time, so I'm not even beginning to think that I might be. I'm not scared or excited, just - waiting.

Why not?

Three days exciting mucus,with yesterday more stringy eggwhite than a chicken farm; and next time I ovulate John'll probably be in Washington, and the time after that he might be in Q'atar, and it's kind of hard to conceive at any age when you are on different continents. So it seemed a shame to waste the opportunity. I'll let you know.