I lay on my back with pillows under my hips for the required fifteen minutes. During that time, Jim got redressed and got more wood for the fireplace. Once I was allowed to get up, I got dressed and we decided that we should go to the main cabin and actually spend time with our family.
My name is Anna by the way and I'm telling you how I tried to enjoy my Christmas holidays with twelve of my closest relatives. Jim had just fucked me and since we were trying to get pregnant, I had to make sure all his fertile sperm was swimming into my cervix.
We walked quickly from our small cabin to the main building. It was a short distance but it was still annoying. We entered and soon were immersed in the festivities. My aunts and mom were playing cards while my uncles and dad were chatting in the sunroom. The kids were playing board games although my oldest cousin was sitting with her nose in a book. We chatted with everyone and soon Christmas Eve dinner would be served.
Everyone had to help and we have to set up two additional tables to make sure all fourteen of us were sitting together. The tables took up the living room, dining room, and part of the sunroom. We ate, chatted and I was impressed my mother had not yet mentioned anything embarrassing.
As the last of the dishes were being cleaned, I snuck into the bathroom and did two things. The first was to take one of the ovulation tests. The line was light pink but nowhere near to the control line. I knew that meant that I was going to ovulate soon and so there was no question that we were going to have to have sex again tonight. I also searched through the drawers and found the thermometer. I would need it for tomorrow morning to take my temperature although I was a little worried that using a different one would affect my graph.
I stepped out of the bathroom and was approached by my mother. Now my mother is nice and everything but she drives me crazy. I'm an only child and so she tries to spend all her time helping me out.
"Anna! We have barely said hello. How are you doing?" My mom glanced down and saw that I was holding the thermometer in my hand. My heart was beating fast. "Why do you have the thermometer? Are you feeling all right? Do you need to go to bed?"