Ten months ago I was really excited about starting a family. If you had asked, I would have shared some reservations. The truth is I've always been worried it would be harder for me than it is for most girls.
If I had known I'd be here now, which is absolutely nowhere, I would have started this blog back then. So much has happened in the last 10 months. So much, except getting pregnant. Here's a brief timeline:
March - My husband decides he's ready to start a family (FINALLY)
April - I go off the pill. It's official, we're trying
May - My friend and her adorable daughter come visit and all we can think about is when I'll give my niece a cousin.
June - My husband decides he wants one more hoorah before it's official, so we use condoms. I may never forgive him for this!
July - We take a vacation in Mexico. What better place to get pregnant?! BFN
August - BFN
September - BFN
October - AF is four days late, but I keep failing pregnancy test after pregnancy test. BFN
November - BFN
December - AF is 10 days late, I get my first menstrual migraine and fail 4 pregnancy tests. BFN
January - We visit the infertility specialist. She is cautiously optimistic. BFN
Anyone else see a pattern here?