Bob the Builder says "Yes, we can!"

It's the start of the long Thanksgiving weekend here in Canada. I live in a small coastal community, right on the ocean. The air is heavy with rain and fog this morning, and promises to be so for the rest of this weekend. HB and I have no commitments, obligations, activities this weekend. We are ecstatic at the thought of having a weekend to just be.

I'm not pregnant again this month. I'm in an oddly ok place with that this morning. It's like I'm disentangling myself from this journey of attempted conception one step at a time. Last month I made the decision about not taking the clomid. This month I'm thinking about hanging up the old basal temp stick. The thought doesn't bother me at all. I feel like I've been moving to a place of que sera sera for a few months now.

The other night we had the kids over for the regular mid week overnight with us. HB had, for some reason I now believe was totally fate related, forgotten about this (we won't get into the fact that these kids have been coming over every Wednesday night for the last five years) and had scheduled himself into a meeting across town.

Frodo was totally distressed upon hearing that his dad wasn't going to be around for the evening, and decided that was it - he was taking his homework with him and going to that meeting with Dad.

Which left Mini-Me sitting across the table from me .... facing the prospect of a long evening alone with the wicked stepmother. (muahahahahaha)

We had the absolute best evening. The. Absolute. Best.

We played outside with the neighbours for the first hour or so. I helped him to build a fort, carefully constructed so that it would collapse upon him at just the right time. We came inside and made the lunches for the next day together. We studied his spelling words (I passed!), and made hot chocolate with mini marshmallows. Then it was bedtime - and he crawled right inside my heart by saying "I always read to my mom at bedtime. Can I read to you???"

He read Bob the Builder (Yes We Can!!!) and Pooh's Pumpkin to me and we did all the voices together (I do a wicked Eeyore, by the way). Then it was my turn to read to him. I read Brady Brady .... as he fought sleep, tucked under his duvet.

Last night, HB told me that their mother wanted to know what I had done with Mini-Me that night because before he went to sleep the next night, he told her that he had so much fun with Sandy....and he had decided he, in his own words, "needed to spend more time with me".

I have so much to be thankful for this Thanksgiving weekend.

UPDATED TO ADD: To support Emily's theory that Fertility Friend is the work of the devil, I logged my temp today, after a negative Early Response test yesterday. FF immediately updates the data and shares this information with me:

Implantation Signs: Possibly Triphasic on Day 28

along with this oh-so-helpful explanation of 'triphasic':

A triphasic chart shows three levels of temperatures: pre-ovulation, post-ovulation, and then a second rise around 7-10 days after ovulation.

Some women with charts that show this pattern turn out to be pregnant. But many do not. blah blah blah stuff....If your chart shows a second significant thermal shift that begins 7-10 days past ovulation, Fertility Friend will indicate a triphasic pattern in the Pregnancy Monitor. A triphasic chart, however, is not a definite sign that you are or are not pregnant. It is just increasing your probability if you also have well-timed intercourse. Likewise, you can be pregnant and not have a triphasic pattern. Like all signs of possible implantation or pregnancy, you can really only speculate about it once a pregnancy has already been confirmed.

I have a vision of the Fertility Friend Gawds sitting there this morning saying "she's just beginning to accept the prospect of not conceiving....now waaatch as we play with her mind!"