fertility apps

Do you have a minute to hear about Clue?

I love this period and fertility tracking app! Because you can see the cycle in a visual form as well as predicted days for when your period will start you can understand how menstrual cycles work. I’m dyscalculic, so numbers are my enemy. I never really ‘got’ the typical 28 day cycle as shown in biology lessons at school, and I definitely didn’t get it before I took the pill or while I was taking it because I either had a crazy irregular cycle or an artificial one. I couldn’t mathematically work out what was going on, but Clue tracks everything you input to work out where you are in your cycle far more effectively and quickly than if you were making a note in your diary of all your symptoms, feelings and your temperature each day!

1. It’s super easy to use. Like, really super easy.

2. It’s visually informative - as soon as you open Clue up you get this great cycle map which becomes more specific to you the more cycles you use it and the more data you give it.

3. Completely non-gendered - Clue doesn’t make any assumptions about who you are just because you might want to know what your body is up to.

4. Clue’s developers are really into feedback and building more into the app!

It’s a really great app and I hope more people hear about it and look into it! Definitely worth a boost!

Fertility Anxiety

Ezra walked into the living room of his apartment to find his wife staring at her phone, focused on typing something on the device.

“What do you want to do for dinner?” he asked, making his way into the kitchen area. He opened the refrigerator door, unsure what they had left after going grocery shopping last week. “I can try to cook something, but we don’t have much, and I’m kind of in the mood for takeout.” He turned around and looked at his wife, who seemed to be ignoring him, or at least, too focused to acknowledge his presence in the room. “Aria?”


He walked into the living room and stood in front of where she was sitting in the chair, her legs curled under her and a blanket draped around her arms. It was her favorite spot to sit, especially when she was stressed and wanted to be alone.. “Do you want to get takeout?”

“Sure,” she replied. “I don’t care.”

“Are you in the mood for anything? Chinese? Pizza? Sandwiches?”

Again, she wasn’t answering, and he was starting to get annoyed. “Aria,” he said, this time with irritation in his tone.

She looked up at him, and he finally realized how stressed out she looked.

“What are you doing?” he wondered.

“I just got my period,” she answered.

He raised an eyebrow. “And? Are you making a Facebook update about this?” he teased, but immediately dropped his smile when he realized she wasn’t in the mood for jokes.

“No, I’m entering it into my fertility apps.”

He’d never heard of such a thing. “Your…fertility apps?”

“I downloaded three different fertility apps to track when I’m ovulating,” she explained, slightly annoyed. This annoyance wasn’t directed at him, but she was hoping this would be the month she’d finally get pregnant. “I have to enter when I get my period, my core temperature, how much sex we have, and a lot of other super personal information that I hope isn’t being seen by some tech creep across the world.”


“And I picked up a few ovulation kits, just in case, and I ordered this special herbal formula that’s supposed to enhance my fertility,” she went on, getting increasingly anxious. “If we don’t get pregnant within the next couple months, it’s time to panic.”

He had no idea how worried she had been about trying to conceive. They’d only stopped using any form of birth control about three or four months ago, a few months after they had tied the knot. It wasn’t something he thought they were rushing towards, but they also weren’t trying to prevent it. He figured it would happen when it happened. Apparently, Aria felt differently.

“It seems like you’re already at that point,” he said, rubbing the back of his neck. He wanted to hug her, but her eyes looked like they were about to cut someone’s head off. He knew she didn’t want a hug right now. “Panicking is a waste of energy right now.”

“Nearly 60% of women trying to conceive get pregnant within three cycles,” she told him, clearly having done her research. “Which means we’re in the minority, and if we don’t get pregnant within a year, we officially have infertility problems, which means we might never get pregnant, and if we do, who knows if I can carry a baby to term? What if we never have children? Ezra, I want to be a mother. I need–”

“You’re going to be a mother.” Hell, if Aria’s fears were correct, she was only 24. They had plenty of time to find a solution. Most likely, though, her anxiety was getting the best of her, as it often did. Ezra had become a pro at learning how to deal with it, but he didn’t always have the answers. He leaned down and gingerly took the phone from her hands before placing it on the bookshelf next to them. “Why don’t we do it the old fashioned way? You know, delete the apps, have a lot of sex and hope it leads to a baby? It’s more fun and romantic that way.”

Aria cocked her head to the side. “Do you enjoy being woken up at 3 a.m. for sex?”

He nodded. “Indeed I do.” He thought she was simply extra horny, attributing it to her time of the month. He never complained.

“You can thank my ‘unromantic’ fertility tracker for the alarm, then,” she informed him. Unbeknownst to Ezra, this particular app pinpointed the exact moment she was most fertile, then sent out an alarm. Aria didn’t waste any time.

“I love these fertility apps,” he said, having a sudden change of heart. He grabbed the phone from the shelf and handed it back to her.

Aria grinned and accepted the phone. “I figured you would.”

“What do you want for dinner?” he asked, once again.

“Pizza,” she told him, then bit her bottom lip. “And can you pick me up some tampons while you’re out? I’m almost out.” 

Ezra nodded, already knowing exactly what brand she used from the last time she asked him to run this particular errand. Ah, the wonderful benefits of marriage…