Being emotional is not my thing. Or more accurately, I hate that being emotional is my thing these days. My temps started dropping yesterday and are officially below my coverline. When Babe happily mentioned that this was the month, I quickly retorted then regretted with "it's not going to happen, my temps dropped and I'm spotting". I have to remember he's with me on this.
So now I'm sitting at my desk imagining the questions I'm going to undoubtedly have to answer this weekend. Questions that I want asked so I can have a chance to talk about it but that I'm also somewhat dreading. It'll be the first time in a long time that I've been with just my family. My large family of mostly women and their 13 children from 3 months to 14 years. It'll definitely be bitter-sweet. Then we plan on seeing our best friends J&C since their baby was born over a month ago. I feel so bad that it's been so long but also a little sad with the reality of it.
Then there's the fact that we have officially been trying to conceive for 2 full years now. It's not an experience I would wish on anyone, though sometimes I wish they'd understand it better. So tonight I plan on cuddling with my man on our couch starting our annual scary movie marathon and drinking large amounts of wine or saki or both. Too bad it's going to be 100° otherwise the fireplace would definitely be burning.
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