And what popped up after that annoying little beep? 97.90! I ovulated! And even though no one IRL will celebrate with me (or even know about it), it makes today an awesome day. I got to plug my temperature into my Fertility Friend chart and get cross hairs! I think my ovaries just did a little dance.
And to top it off, on Saturday, just as my little egg was traveling down my Fallopian tube, waiting to get fertilized by one of Mr. Unexpected's swimmers, I found out that there is such a thing as Baby Dust. No, not the metaphorical Baby Dust that we all sprinkle on each other in the online infertility and loss community. But real sparkly dust that someone can sprinkle on you in real life while saying "Baby Dust". Even though they have no idea that Baby Dust is something we all drool over and lust for and dream about every cycle.
Yes, on Saturday I got sprinkled with Baby Dust. And even though it came out of a blush brush, and even though it was glitter, and even though the girl who sprinkled it on me was not a fairy, it's gotta mean something, right?