I haven't been writing in the hope that I wouldn't over analyze every little twinge and temperature over the last 6 months of trying to conceive. However that's not working. I am still pouring over calendars and temp charts and wondering if that nauseous feeling i have is from overeating at the all you can eat sushi restaurant or because I am growing life. So far it has been the less exciting option every time. This month is no exception. Today I started spotting. I don't even have to use pregnancy tests, I can tell when the evil Aunt Flo is on her way well before any test would be accurate anyway.
I know it can take the average healthy couple up to 12 months to get pregnant, but I didn't think that would be us. Even accounting for the fact that D is not the average healthy male. I still didn't believe that we would ever see cycle 7.
Now I am just waiting for the physical pain of my monthly cycles to go along with my heartbreak and if one more person tells me that pregnancy will get rid of my menstrual cramps I will shoot them in the head.
