I hate math.
But lately, I’m obsessed with numbers.
It’s been 112 days since I got my first positive pregnancy test.
And it’s been 60 days since I had to have a D&C to remove the baby that didn’t thrive.
My period should arrive in 2 days.
But I’m waiting 5 days to test, because I promised a friend we’d test together.
She’s gone through this too.
I’m constantly counting days, averaging them out, marking my calendars, and keeping track. Who knew trying to get pregnant would become my new full-time job? I spent so much time trying not to get pregnant, and now that I want to? Well, so far, it hasn’t been easy.
A friend of mine is due the day before I was. It kills me to know this. All the other February mommies are finding out the sexes of their babies, marveling at their growing bellies, buying clothes, furniture, and picking out names.
And I’m back at square one, thinking about things like mucous levels and peeing on sticks.
Trying to get pregnant is so sexy.
So here I sit. This week could change things forever.
I hate waiting…
I hear ya sister. I feel your pain. The only difference is that I count the days since my last period… 84 days ago. My body hates to ovulate. But occasionally I test anyways… just to see… just in case. You’re not alone.
I hope your wait is well worth in and you get that sticky bean. Its just not fair that anyone should have to go through th
Just like Christine, I’m counting the days since my last period. It’s been 163 days for me. It was like this before- but despite that, I somehow did get pregnant in the end and my daughter is two. It *will* happen for you too. In the meantime, it’s hard to decide which sucks more- the waiting, the counting or the negative tests. Best of luck with this one, and I hope your wishes come true very very soon. *Hugs*.
I feel your pain and I’m sorry I do. Been trying to get pregnant for awhile after we had a miscarriage. It’s just not working. Trying to accept this is hard as hell.