It's time to get busy

Before you go any further: I'm going to be oversharing a bit in this post, so if you don't want to read about my sex life, now's the time to step away.

Still here?

OK. You've been warned.

This is it. The week. O-week. I'm moseying along right on schedule to hit the big O sometime in the next seven days, probably on Friday. Which means this week is going to be rather busy.

Yup! That kind of busy.

Mr Bibliosaur and I have decided to go all out this week, getting busy once a day for the entire seven days surrounding my estimated ovulation date. Which might not seem like a lot to some people, but pretty much doubles our weekly average, practically making this a nookie marathon.

But the thing is - we really want a baby. While getting it on for a solid week won't guarantee that, we're doing everything we can to maximize our chances.

And OK - maybe it won't quite be like the covers of all those romance novels. I don't want to use the word "chore," but let's be honest - sometimes the prospect non-spontaneous baby-making sex isn't always the most exciting thing in the world. Sometimes you're tired. Sometimes you're cranky. Sometimes you're just flat out not in the mood, and you have to decide whether or not you'd rather sleep or try to get knocked up this cycle.

All of this said, we're going to try to keep things as fun and pressure free as possible, and hopefully won't be too exhausted by the end of the week. Wish us luck!

P.S. I find it simultaneously hilarious and awesome that Harlequin has a set of romance novels that revolve around getting pregnant. I never realized there was a market for that.