I'm tired of getting SO excited when AF shows... lasts a week... and stops on her own... I get myself all excited that just MAYBE this time, I'll *actually* ovulate, and we'll *actually* DTD at the right time, and things will *actually* do what they're designed to do, and 40ish weeks from now, we'll *actually* be a family of 3... when it seems like all those *actually*s are ACTUALLY *never*s.
Yeah... so apparently I ovulated on Friday or Saturday.
WHAT?!
Yeah, that's happened, what, two other times in 2.5 years?!
WHAT?!
AND we *actually* had some 'well timed' BDs.
WHAT!?
And now I (we) wait.
And convince myself that I'm totally pregnant and totally not pregnant in the same heartbeat.
and wait.
And stand in front of the pregnancy tests @ the store silently begging FRERs to all jump into my cart, while not moving a muscle.
and wait.
And cry, because I know AF will come back to visit one more time before our anniversary next month.
Then, I try to not hope, but merely fantasize about how to tell DH... when to tell DH.
and wait.
And calculate our due date
(Fancy that, baby and g'ma would have the same b'day... IMPOSSIBLE!)
and wait.
--Rainy
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