Ding! Ding! Ding! Get ready for round two!

Now being an old pro at this it should be NO problem! This is not the way things ever go, it's always a problem, might as well get used to it now. They told me not to expect to get pregnant right away, but the disappointment was still overwhelming. I was physically and emotionally tired and truthfully had no idea if I had a second round in me. Right. That is so not true. I knew that I would do whatever it took to get myself "in the way". I wanted a baby and that's that. If only I could find a way to do it without, you know, "doing it" that would be great.

I'm pretty sure that somewhere in here even my husband was getting extremely sick of "it". In fact "it" became somewhat of a bad word in our house. Another thing you might as well get used to if you're trying to get pregnant. This round was so much worse for "it" than the first round because I decided I didn't like the Doctor's advice. I decided that if I wanted to, for example, bake a bun I would follow a recipe to the T. If I didn't like it, I wouldn't just keep using the same recipe over and over again. So you guessed it, I added more ingredients. Not different, just more. And lots of it.

So, here's how it went. I had the dreaded visit from Aunt Flo, the Aunt everyone loves to hate. I got my calendar and mared down the date. I counted out about three weeks, then counted back a few days "just to be sure". Then I wrote down the shcedule in an easy to access wallet sized format for my husband so he wouldn't miss and "appointment". If I remember correctly ev ery day for tow weeks we had so much fun we could barely stand it. Really, I mean that. If you've been there done that you know what I mean. If you haven't I hope you never have to.

So my "womb is ready for an occupant" time frame comes and goes and of course we are still trying to get the "better half" of that occupant to the room. Finally we collapsed exahausted onto the bed and decided we just couldn't take any more or we wouldn't stay married long enough to raise an "occupant". Twenty six days after Aunt Flo came to town I went for THE blood test that could hopefully change life as we knew it. Of course after the failed first round I closed down the little spot in my heart called hope. I really didn't want to hear yet another no, but I sure couldj't wait for that phone call.

Please come back and see if we were finally able to "sell"my womb to the hightest (strongest and fastest) bidder.