Okay so whoever thought that in a million years they would be praying for Aunt Flow . . . not me, until now . . . ! I've literally been wishing for the worst cramps ever known to woman. Bring 'em on!! Finally, finally, finally that sight of bright red. YES! Seriously I felt like I was hit with one hundred Christmas mornings all at once. Could this be real? Seriously the last 5.5 weeks have been the longest of my life. I really needed this physical milestone to help me move forward. Never have I been so excited to whip out that box of tampons! There's nothing like a miscarriage to completely flip your opinions on things. An entirely new perspective. I don't have the energy to sweat the small stuff anymore.
I am so giddy and excited about trying again. Of course it doesn't come with notions in the back of my head reminding me of what has and could happen again. No doubt this time around the tables have turned. I am trying to be positive but at the same time I know now how difficult it can be to conceive a baby and make it through the first trimester.
However, say hello to Mrs. Scientist! That's right, I am trying to pinpoint my ovulation like it's my life's work. I've whipped out the basal temperature charts, sleeping with the thermometer by my head. I've imported boxes of OPT strips. I know I should perhaps back off a bit for fear of having a letdown at the end of the month when we're not getting pregnant again but I simply can't help myself. I'm . . . er . . . really excited. Please wish us luck!