Wow, so here we are. Cycle #6. I can't believe it. It seems like not too long ago my husband and I were on complete opposite ends of the TTC spectrum. He didn't think we were ready while I had been ready for what felt like FOREVER. Now, here we are, our sixth cycle of trying to create and bring a baby into our family. I'd be lying if I sat here and said that I am fine with that.
Yes, I know that it can take a healthy couple up to 1 year to conceive, and yes, I know that there are plenty of women who try unsuccessfully for much longer than 6 months; but I am not them and this is not their blog. I'm not discounting their obstacles and journeys but I am not going to apologize for how I feel about mine.
I am frustrated.
I am worried.
I am sad.
I am frustrated because I feel like my body isn't cooperating. Ever since beginning our TTC journey, my periods have taken on a life of their own. I am also frustrated because people who don't even want to be pregnant, or can't afford to be, have an embryo implant into their uterus just by blinking their eyes and twitching their nose.
I am worried about the unknown. We don't know if there anything "wrong" with either of us that will prevent getting pregnant naturally...or at all.
I am sad because there is nothing more that I want than to see those pink lines and know that our little one has finally made it into our lives.
So, here's to cycle #6. I am going to try to keep positive and keep my fingers crossed for our Thanksgiving baby. I'm sure there will be days I won't be able to remain positive, but I will try!!!
Love & teeny-tiny turkeys,