An egg survives 12-24 hours after ovulation.
Dave gets ill in the week leading up to, and over, ovulation.
We have managed one shag this cycle. ONE. Last Sunday. The timing of his illness couldn’t have been shitter. And he knows it.
I’m disappointed but pragmatic. I haven’t made him feel bad (he feels bad about it as it is) and if it was me being as ill as he is now over ovulation then I wouldn’t be instigating sex either. I’d cover myself in shit just to keep him away if it was the other way round. But it IS shit because I feel this cycle is a bust now.
My American friend and I have just been trans-Atlantic-ly analysing my chart to see when/if I have ovulated this cycle and if his super sperm from Sunday may have cut the mustard. We have since descended into sending each other images of fat animals so I’m not too sure if we actually came to any sensible conclusion there.
I’m just going to have to wait this one out. I gave up pouting for his sperm on Tuesday. I stopped shaving my legs and fanny on Wednesday. Mission Man Seed was a fail.
Even the offer of an anniversary blow job didn’t tempt him last night.
Fuck me, he MUST be ill.