5. I have done nothing in the way of predicting ovulation this cycle. No charting temperatures, checking cervical mucus, OPKs, CBEFM, green tea, mucinex, counting my cycle days, timed sex...nothing. Nada. Zip. Zero. I needed a break, we both did, from all the timing and scrutinizing We needed time just to be the people we were before infertility... and hey, we still got busy. It would just figure, wouldn't it? I'm going to be that person, "We stopped trying and POOF we got pregnant!" I promise you, I will never, EVER say that.
4. I have recently been put in charge of the brand spanking new Lactation Rooms for my company's two locations. Yes, I said Lactation Rooms. I, the infertile, must order baby magazines, cute out informative articles on breastfeeding and parenting for their reader board, ask employees for pictures of their little ones for the picture board, pick out decorations and cosy chairs so they can comfortably pump their milk and schedule the room for the incoming new mothers. This has GOT to be a sign. I'm practically making this room for myself in 9 months, right?
3. Every time I turn on the TV I see that stupid Clear Blue Easy commercial for the "most advanced piece of technology you'll ever pee on." Really. It is getting ridiculous.
2. I have been working out religiously all month long and I'm starting to notice a little bit of leeway in my previously tight pants. It would totally figure that the moment I start to actually try and lose the weight that the past two years has saddled me with I would get pregnant. Which, I might add, would be totally fine with me! Bring on the food cravings! Bacon anyone?
1. On our 2 year TTC anniversary, April 2nd, I have an appointment with a specialist.
There is one reason I may not be:
1. 2 years, 730 days, 17, 532 hours, 1 05,1 898 minutes, 63,113,852 seconds of NOT being pregnant.
5-1 odds. Anyone want to start betting on the outcome?
I just keep telling myself, there is always a chance. It is practically my motto.
"I must learn to love the fool in me the one who feels too much, talks too much, takes too many chances, wins sometimes and loses often, lacks self-control, loves and hates, hurts and gets hurt, promises and breaks promises, laughs and cries"
-Theodore Isaac Rubin