I had both a heart attack and a giggle in some ways. I actually appeared to have had ovulation for the first time in AGES. I mean all the big symptoms including ovulation pain. I'm hoping that this is my body's last hurrah and my period will give up the ghost. No sex for me (H won't wear condoms). I know it would be a minor miracle if I got pregnant, but at 47, that would absolutely screw up my life.
My period had been pretty much non-existent for months before my scheduled hysterectomy. Then, a week before, I get one. DH was all "Oh, isn't that neat that your body is having one last hurrah!" I and was like "NO IT'S NOT."