I hesitated about actually sitting down and writing this post. I’m generally not one to delve into certain particulars pertinent to my personal life. However, I have something bothering me and I really just need to get it off my chest.
Here goes nothing…
My husband and I are currently trying to conceive our 3rd and (maybe) final baby. I made a promise to myself going into this that I wasn’t going to wear my heart on my sleeve and that I wasn’t going to get all tangled into the emotions. It was all just meant to be a go with the flow approach…
Months just started passing by. One after the other. Nothing is happening. My cycles are a mess. It’s all just starting to catch up to me. What if something’s wrong with me?
None of my trying to conceive journeys have ever come easy to me. None of them. I thought this time around it might be different. Maybe I’d finally get to be the lucky one who just wound up pregnant in one shot. No dice.
I thought for sure this month was my month. I even tested. I was for sure I was pregnant until I had that big fat negative glaring back at me.
Here we go… entering are 6th month of TTC. Will this month be our month? I guess…. time will only tell.
Looking on the bright side… it looks like I’ll get to enjoy some celebratory drinks when I move next week.