Ovulation Day Quotes

We’ve been sitting on a little news. We’re having a baby.” “Well, damn!” Paul said. He looked at Preacher and grinned. “You finally came through on ovulation day, huh, buddy?” He puffed up a little. “I did at that,” he said, throwing his chest out. “And

I wanted to give him a laundry list of the symptoms I’d felt in my body that day: a cramp in my right side, tender breasts, and high irritability. I might be ovulating right this moment, and I didn’t have time for an argument. We didn’t.

A woman’s preovulatory waking temps typically range from about 97.0 to 97.7 degrees Fahrenheit, with postovulatory temps rising to about 97.8 and higher. After ovulation, they will usually stay elevated until her next period, about 12 to 16 days later.

So, based on that, we’d say you’re seven weeks one day along.” I mentally pull up my calendar app in my head. “I’ve kept accurate records. I should be just shy of seven weeks.” “Our measurements might be off, but it’s also likely that you ovulated earlier than you thought you did.” I look at Chase. “The patrol car.” “Seriously?” He lowers his voice though the room is small enough the tech can probably hear him anyway. “Neighborhood Hot Cop knocked you up?” I giggle again at the name of the game we’d played that night. “Yep. Neighborhood Hot Cop knocked me up.

While there was still water in the middle of the pools, animals attempted to reach it through the silt but would get bogged. We spent day after day checking dams, finding about eight to ten animals hopelessly mired in the silt at each and every dam, primarily kangaroos and wallabies. We had to get to the dams early in the morning. Some of the kangaroos had been struggling all night. Steve engineered planks and straps to rescue the animals. The silt would suck us down just as fast, so we had to be careful going out to rescue the roos. Because of the lactic acid buildup in their tissues (a product of their all-night exertions to free themselves), some of the kangaroos were too far gone and couldn’t recover. But we saved quite a few. At one point, Bob came out to lend a hand. I was at the homestead, and the ovulation strip turned bright blue. I hustled over to the creek bed where Steve and his dad were working. I motioned to Steve. “The strip is blue,” I said. He looked around nervously. “I’m out here working with me dad,” he said. “What do you want me to do?” “Just come on,” I whispered impatiently. “But my dad’s right here!” I smiled and took his hand. We headed up the dry creek bed and spent some quality time with the biting ants and the prickles. It was after this trip to our conservation property in the Brigalow Belt that I discovered I was pregnant. I tried to let Steve know by sitting down at the table and tucking into a bowl of ice cream and pickles. “What are you doing?” asked a totally confused Steve. I explained, and we were both totally overjoyed, keeping our fingers crossed for a boy to go along with our darling daughter.

When an ovulating woman offers herself to you, she's the choicest morsel on the planet. Her nipples are already sharp, her labia already swollen, her spine already undulating. Her skin is damp and she pants. If you touch the center of her forehead with your thumb she isn't thinking about her head—she isn't thinking at all, she's imagining, believing, willing your hand to lift and turn and curve, cup the back of her head. She's living in a reality where the hand will have no choice but to slide down that soft, flexing muscle valley of the spine to the flare of strong hips, where the other hand joins the first to hold both hip bones, immobilize them against the side of the counter, so that you can touch the base of her throat gently with your lips and she will whimper and writhe and let the muscles in her legs go, but she won't fall, because you have her. She'll be feeling this as though it's already happening, knowing absolutely that it will, because every cell is alive and crying out, Fill me, love me, cherish me, be tender, but, oh God, be sure. She wants you to want her. And when her pupils expand like that, as though you have dropped black ink into a saucer of cool blue water, and her head tips just a little, as though she's gone blind or has had a terrible shock or maybe just too much to drink, to her she is crying in a great voice, Fuck me, right here, right now against the kitchen counter, because I want you wrist-deep inside me. I hunger, I burn, I need. It doesn't matter if you are tired, or unsure, if your stomach is hard with dread at not being forgiven. If you allow yourself one moment's distraction—a microsecond's break in eye contact, a slight shift in weight—she knows, and that knowledge is a punch in the gut. She will back up a step and search your face, and she'll feel embarrassed—a fool or a whore—at offering so blatantly what you're not interested in, and her fine sense of being queen of the world will shiver and break like a glass shield hit by a mace, and fall around her in dust. Oh, it will still sparkle, because sex is magic, but she will be standing there naked, and you will be a monster, and the next time she feels her womb quiver and clench she'll hesitate, which will confuse you, even on a day when there is no dread, no uncertainty, and that singing sureness between you will dissolve and very slowly begin to sicken and die. The body knows. I listened to the deep message—but carefully, because at some point the deep message also must be a conscious message. Active, not just passive, agreement. I took her hand and guided the wok back down to the gas burner. Yes, her body still said, yes. I turned off the gas, but slowly, and now she reached for me.

HOW TO USE: 1000-1500 mg per day (divided doses). Many use throughout the cycle, but some stop once ovulation has occurred. Vitex takes 2-3 months to build up in the system. If using for luteal phase, take throughout the cycle with a break during menstrual bleeding. Should be taken long term for best results.

HOW TO USE: For Men: 500 mg 1-3 x day (may take up to 3 months to see improvement); use all month long for 3-6 months. For Women: 250-500 mg per day (from end of menstrual bleeding up until ovulation occurs, or from day 5-14 if ovulation is not known).

Fertile mucus usually occurs two to three days before ovulation, but it can occur anytime when there is very high estrogen compared to progesterone. It can happen earlier in the cycle if you have higher than normal estrogen. It can even happen after ovulation if you do not have enough progesterone. It is therefore possible to see fertile mucus more than once in a cycle.

Oh, really. This saving-up business—I guess you think you’re the only one who missed it. Huh?” “Well… You got a little pissy there for a while….” “Well, John, you told everyone it was ovulation day! You’re going to have to learn to be a little more discreet in the future.” “Anything

The dominant levels of awareness we experience in each cycle are: 1. The Thinking Mind. Dominant in the pre-ovulation phase, the phase before the egg is released, and often experienced as heightened levels of rational and positive thinking and mental creativity. 2. The Feeling Mind. Dominant in the ovulation phase, the phase where we release an egg, and commonly experienced through heightened feelings and empathy and practical creativity. 3. The Subconscious Mind. Dominant in the pre-menstrual phase during the days before bleeding, and often experienced in deep behavioural and emotional patterns and heightened intuition and inspired creativity.

your fertile days are the five days before ovulation (because that’s how long sperm survive), and the one day after ovulation (because that’s how long the egg survives). After ovulation, you have a short 24-hour window to ovulate once more, and maybe conceive twins. Your egg(s) survive for another 24 hours, and then you cannot ovulate again for the rest of that cycle.

before ovulation, your waking temperature is between 97.0°F (36.1°C) and 97.7°F (36.5°C). After ovulation, progesterone increases your waking temperature by about 0.5°F (0.3°C), and maintains it at that higher level until your period. A few consecutive days of a small but significant increase in temperature is enough to know that you ovulated and cannot become pregnant for the rest of that cycle. Your temperature goes up after ovulation,

A real period is a finale in a series of hormonal events which includes ovulation and the making of progesterone, as I’ll discuss below. A real period happens approximately every 28 days because that’s how long it takes your ovaries to complete the process. A real period is about the healthy functioning of your ovaries.

A few consecutive days of a small but significant increase in temperature is enough to know that you ovulated and cannot become pregnant for the rest of that cycle.

Your temperature goes up after ovulation, which makes it easy to identify your post-ovulation infertile or safe days.

With the right training, you can predict your pre-ovulation safe days by interpreting your cervical fluid

Why monthly? The timing of a healthy cycle is determined by three important events in your ovaries. First, your ovarian follicles enter a final race to ovulation. This stage—called your follicular phase—takes approximately two weeks, though it can be shorter or significantly longer. Then, you have ovulation, which takes about one day. Finally, you have your luteal phase, which takes pretty close to 14 days.

the follicular phase, which can last anywhere from 7 to 21 days ovulation, which lasts one day the luteal phase, which lasts 10 to 16 days.

A healthy period starts with healthy follicles. Your follicular phase begins when a few follicles (usually six to eight) enter the final days of their race to ovulation. It’s important to understand that the total lifespan of each follicle is much longer than just the two or three weeks of your follicular phase. Your follicles actually started their race to ovulation months before.

It takes 100 days for your follicles to mature from their dormant state all the way to ovulation. If your follicles were unhealthy for any part of that maturation process, the result could be a period problem months later.

The average day of ovulation is day 14, but don’t worry if it doesn’t happen then. If you have a longer cycle, then you have a later ovulation. To estimate when your next ovulation might occur, count back approximately two weeks from the first day of your next expected period.

The luteal phase of a menstrual cycle is the 10 to 16 days between ovulation and the bleed, and is determined by the lifespan of the corpus luteum.

When you see a rise in temperature for at least three consecutive days, then you ovulated at the start of that rise. With a healthy corpus luteum, you will then see between eleven and sixteen high-temperature days between ovulation and the first day of your period. If you do not see a consistent rise in temperature, then you did not ovulate. If you go on to bleed, then you had an anovulatory cycle. If you see a temperature rise, but it does not last at least ten days, then you had a short luteal phase.

By definition, your mid-luteal day is approximately seven days after ovulation and seven days before your next expected period.

If you test progesterone at the right time (after ovulation), then it should be at least 3 ng/mL (9.5 nmol/L). [80] If it’s below that, then you either did not ovulate, or you tested at the wrong time. Avoid interpreting your progesterone result before your period comes. Wait for your period, and then ask: “Was the test done within the 14 days before my period?” If not, the test is meaningless. A good progesterone reading is 10 ng/mL (30 nmol/L), and it can be much higher. In fact, the higher, the better. But don’t worry too much if it’s a bit on the low side. Progesterone fluctuates widely in bursts 90 minutes apart, so a low-normal reading may simply mean that your sample was taken at a low point between bursts.

As you interpret your result, understand that estradiol fluctuates greatly throughout your cycle, and even throughout the day. It’s lowest on day 3 of your period. It’s highest about four days before ovulation (day 10 in a standard cycle), and then again in the middle of your luteal phase (day 21 of a standard cycle).

If your cycles are within 21 to 35 days, then you probably are ovulating, but you still might not be. Remember, you can bleed without ever having ovulated, and that’s called an anovulatory cycle. It’s normal to have the occasional anovulatory cycle, [151] but if you have them regularly, then it could be a sign that you are under stress or undereating or have the hormonal condition PCOS.

PCOS is a common diagnosis that affects up to 10 percent of women. It’s best defined as a group of symptoms related to anovulation (lack of ovulation) and a high level of androgens or male hormones. The main symptom of PCOS is irregular periods, specifically late periods or too many days of bleeding. Irregular periods are typical of anovulatory cycles.

We’ve been sitting on a little news. We’re having a baby.” “Well, damn!” Paul said. He looked at Preacher and grinned. “You finally came through on ovulation day, huh, buddy?” He puffed up a little. “I did at that,” he said, throwing his chest out. “And John promises that in the future when we have personal business, like we’re going to have sex all day and I’m going to stand on my head between rounds, he’s not going to tell the town. Or the one-ninety-second.” “Aw, I think we took it pretty much in stride,” Paul said, but he couldn’t help grinning. “That’s awful good news, Paige. I’m really happy for you.” “You know, it’s not that easy,” Preacher said. “Being married to someone like Paige and waiting for ovulation day. I think I did pretty good there. I should get a little more credit.” “I imagine it’s pretty tough.” Paul laughed. “You know, I needed that. Some great news, a good laugh. Congratulations to you both.” He lifted his glass. “This last year has been awful tough. The past month has been pure shit. Let’s toast a new year, with new stuff, good stuff. Here’s to the new baby.” “I’ll drink to that,” Preacher said. “And

I must have nodded off. How was Christmas for Paige and Preacher?” “Good,” Paul said. “They have some big news. Paige is expecting.” “Ah, he did it,” the general said with a chuckle. “He showed up for ovulation day.” Paul laughed. “He’s in a lot of hot water for telling too many people about that.” “Yeah, I suppose. But it’s so like him, don’t you think? He’s so damn transparent.

Hey, Preach,” Mel said. “Where’s Jack?” “Eureka.” “How about Mike?” “It’s not my day to watch him,” he said gruffly, going back to the kitchen. “Jeez,” Mel said. She looked at Paige and met twinkling eyes. “Something funny?” “John appears to be a little tense. Amazing he got through so many years without sex every day.” “Every day?” Mel asked. “Well, holy shit, his count must be down to nothing!” She looked over her shoulder to make sure they were alone. “How’s he handling the drought?” “He’s a little testy,” Paige said, amused. “I keep telling him this is entirely up to him. If it’s too much, we can make a few adjustments. But he wants to do it right.” “Hope he doesn’t explode,” Mel said absently. “He asked if we can close the bar on ovulation day.” Mel’s eyes widened in surprise and they both melted into laughter. *

Come on, Melinda. You can’t avoid it forever. We both know you’re pregnant.” “Ugh,” she said, accepting the cool, wet cloth. She pressed it to her face, her brow, her neck. She didn’t have any more to say. But Jack knew. There had been tears, exhaustion, nausea. She turned watering eyes up to him. He shrugged and said, “You eased up on the breast-feeding, popped an egg and I nailed it.” Her eyes narrowed as if to say she did not appreciate the explanation. He held out a hand to bring her to her feet. “You have to wean David,” he said. “Your body can’t completely nourish two children. You’ll get weak. You’re already exhausted.” “I don’t want to be pregnant right now,” she said. “I’m barely over being pregnant.” “I understand.” “No, you don’t. Because you haven’t ever been pregnant.” He thought this would probably be a bad time to tell her that he did so understand, since he had lived with a pregnant person and listened very attentively to every complaint. “We should go see John right away, so you can find out how pregnant.” “How long have you suspected?” she asked him. “I don’t know. A few weeks. It was a little tougher this time….” “Oh, yeah?” “Well, yeah. Since you haven’t had a period since the first time I laid a hand on you. God, for a supposedly sterile woman, you certainly are fertile.” Then he grinned, fully aware it would have got him smacked if he hadn’t been holding the baby. She whirled away from him and went to sit on their bed. She put her face in her hands and began to cry. Well, he’d been expecting exactly this. There’d been a lot of crying lately and he knew she was going to be mighty pissed off. He sat down beside her, put an arm around her and pulled her close. David patted her head. “It’s going to be okay,” he said. “I’m not delivering this one. I want that understood.” “Try not to be cute,” she said through her tears. “I think my back already hurts.” “Can I get you something? Soda? Crackers? Arsenic?” “Very funny.” She turned her head to look at him. “Are you upset?” He shook his head. “I’m sorry it happened so soon. Sorry for you. I know there are times you get damned uncomfortable and I wanted you to get a break.” “I should never have gone away with you.” “Nah. You were already pregnant. Wanna bet?” “You knew before that?” “I wondered why you were so emotional, and that was a possible reason. I never bought your whole sterile thing. But I don’t have a problem with it. I wanted more kids. I like the idea of a larger family than the three of us. I come from a big family.” “There will not be five, I can guarantee you that,” she said. Then she bored a hole through him with her eyes. “Snip, snip.” “You’re not going to blame this on me, Mel. I suggested birth control. A couple of times, as a matter of fact. You were the one said it could never happen twice. And then explained that whole business about not ovulating while you’re nursing. How’s that working for you so far? Hmm?” “Screw you,” she said, not sweetly. “Well, obviously…” “I’d like you to understand I wasn’t relying on that breast-feeding thing. I’m a midwife—I know that’s not foolproof. I really didn’t think it possible that… Shit,” she said. She sighed deeply. “I just barely got back into my jeans….” “Yeah, those jeans. Whoa, damn. Those jeans really do it to me. No one wears a pair of jeans like you do.” “Aren’t you getting a little sick of having a fat wife?” “You’re not fat. You’re perfect. I love your body, pregnant and unpregnant. I know you’re trying to get me all worked up, but I’m not going there. You can try to pick a fight with me all day and I just won’t play. It wouldn’t be a fair fight—you’re out to get me and we both know it. Do you have appointments this morning?” “Why?” “Because I want to go to Grace Valley for an ultrasound. I want to know when I have to have the house done.” *

Easy does it, Mel. You’re in good health, you had a very successful delivery and at one time you would have said this was the answer to your prayers. Try not to make Jack feel like shit.” That night, lying in her husband’s arms, she asked, “Did I make you feel like shit?” “Only a little bit. It’s not like I tricked you. As I recall, you were an incredibly willing accomplice.” He sighed. “Incredibly.” “I’m just in shock. Stunned. Not quite ready.” “I know. Do you have any idea how gorgeous you are pregnant? You shine. There’s light around you. Your eyes are brighter, your cheeks rosy, you smile and feel your belly all the time—” “You smile and feel my belly all the time….” “I can’t believe I’m getting all this,” he said wistfully. “You and a couple of kids. A few years ago I thought I’d be alone the rest of my life.” “Do you know how old you’re going to be when David graduates from college?” “What’s the difference? Does Sam look old to you? I think I can hang in there.” “Snip, snip,” she said. He rolled onto his back and looked at the ceiling. “Everyone around me is in a mood,” he said. “Is that so?” “Well, there’s Preacher—he’s pretty prickly when it’s not ovulation day, which you might have warned me about….” “That would have been confidential.” “Well, not anymore. I think Paige might be a little put out that he told all the boys he was staying home to have sex.” “You think?” she asked, laughing in spite of herself. “And Mike is past moody. I think that’s because my sister isn’t here—and believe me, I don’t know how to take that. I want Brie to be happy. It would be nice to have Mike happy, but not if he’s getting happy on Brie, if you get my drift. I’m celebrating, I’m celebrating,” he said before she could scold him. “And this little surprise has had an effect on your mood, if you don’t mind me saying so.” “I mind,” she informed him. “I just wish things would get back to normal,” he said. And

It is still a bit controversial to point out the differences between male and female metabolism. But think about it. Men have one major sex steroid; testosterone. Women have two; estrogen and progesterone. Male hormones stay static throughout the month. In women, the hormones change day to day and week to week. Men go through two hormone transitions in life; puberty and andropause. Women go through four to five (puberty, pregnancy, perimenopause, menopause, and post-menopause).

Silence fell over the room as the Dragon Doms followed Uzuri out. Two entirely different types of males, both supreme eye-candy. Uzuri could have sworn every woman in the room ovulated. Mrs. Everson smiled at her. “I hope it was all right not to call security. These gentlemen said they were…yours?” “Both of them?” one woman whispered in a hoarse voice. “That would be correct. Please log her out for the day.” Alastair put his hand on Uzuri’s lower back to move her forward. Max frowned at his cousin. “I thought she was ours.” “It’s the same thing, I believe.” Alastair’s lips twitched.

Men produce hundreds of millions of spermatozoa per day whereas women ovulate at most 400 times between the onset of menarche and the start of menopause. Hence, an ovum is astoundingly more precious than sperm. This inequality in the importance of the male and female gametes drives the differential behaviors of the two sexes. From the perspective of reproductive fitness, a male benefits from engaging in numerous mating dalliances (can impregnate many women with easily reproduced gametes) whereas in light of the dearth of ova women must be extremely judicious in their mating choices. Furthermore, whereas men’s contribution to parenting could be as small as a brief sexual encounter, women bear the costs of gestation and lactation, face the dangers of childbearing (associated with high mortality in the ancestral environment), and are exposed to increased environmental threats associated with reduced mobility when pregnant.

At about ten Paige swam through the smoke and tapped Preacher on the shoulder. He folded his hand, having nothing anyway, and said, “Be right back.” “God, it’s weird, seeing Preach act like the little husband,” Stephens said. “Little husband?” “You know what I’m saying. All Paige has to do is lift her pinkie finger and he’s on his knees.” “How are your eyes, man? She can lift that little finger my way and I’d get on my knees,” Joe said. “The little husband might pound you into sand,” Jack said. “I meant if she weren’t married. You old farts are starting to act real whipped.” “That’s because we are,” Jack said. “And it’s good. It’s very, very good.” Preacher came back, lifted his cigar and took a pull. “I’m not hunting tomorrow,” he said. “I’m going to have to stay here.” “Why?” “It’s ovulation day,” he said with a straight face. “It’s what?” three men asked in unison. “It’s frickin’ ovulation day, jag-off. We’re trying to make a baby and if I miss ovulation day, who knows how long I’ll have to wait. I don’t feel like waiting. I’ve been waiting.” His explanation was met with completely nonplussed silence—no one at the table knew about this quest, including Jack. And after a moment of stunned silence, laughter erupted that was so loud and wild, the men were nearly falling off their chairs. When the group got a little under control, Preacher asked, “Is there something funny about ovulation day? Because I don’t think it’s funny.” “Nah, it’s not funny, Preach,” Joe said. “It’s cute, that’s what it is.” “But really, Preach, you should hunt and leave me home—I’d probably make a better-looking baby than you, anyway,” Zeke said. “You’ve made enough frickin’ babies, jag-off,” Preacher said. “Your wife sent you up here to hunt so she can catch a break. Whose deal is it anyway?” While

The entire growth phase of an egg — from its start as an ovarian follicle to a mature egg released at ovulation — is a whopping 220 days.