I ran out last night & bought a whole fresh pineapple, because I little bird told me that it could maybe might help with implantation. I usually scoff at anything that remotely resembles an old wives’ tale, but I figured this one couldn’t hurt.

Problem was…I didn’t know how to cut a fresh pinapple. The only time I eat it is either out of a can or when someone else has provided, simply because it’s ridiculously expensive & we’re pretty poor. So I pulled out a butcher knife (Nate ran out of the room) and went to town. Errr….right. It didn’t work out quite like it should, so I ended up just biting off pieces from the “husk” or whatever it’s called & I am paying for it today with severely chapped lips. Thank you, fruit acid, for making me look like I have herpes.

Today’s chart:

Pretty, isn’t it? Fertility Friend swears it’s too early for triphasic at only 6 dpo. I spit on them. My uterus is a glorious independent woman that can do whatever the eff she wants to, thankyouverymuch.