The past 15 days have been pure anxiety. Only a handful of my friends know why…
Today I woke up and my heart fluttered that the monthly visitor hasn’t come yet. Hope was growing bigger each passing day as signs appear one by one… the “could it be” is getting louder in my head. As the days went on, hope started to flicker… but just today… later in the day, the dreaded visitor arrived.
I’m sad, to be very honest. I thought we got lucky this month. Fifteen days of building excitement ended up in disappointment. So no pregnancy tests till next month; no prenatal vitamins yet again for me. Another month, another chance to get fit and lose some pounds. But it would’ve been great had I gotten preggers already! A friend, who had the same situation when she was my age, put it like this: it’s like a punishment for overachievers. *lol*
Oh well, maybe next month we’ll be luckier.