Ovulation was confirmed Saturday; I ovulated on cd 27.
Temps have been clear, seem ok. Jumped up high and haven't varied much since.
I was feeling hopeful for most of the weekend, and it begins to wane today, as I look at my chart and think ... "It's good and all, but it's probably not going to happen for us now."
There was some great news this weekend, but I'm sworn to secrecy. Made me quite happy though.
My brother deploys for his second tour in Iraq soon. Fortunately, he'll only be there until October. I sort of wish I was on better terms with God and could pray for his safety, but I feel like asking for that right now would do more harm than good to him.
Summer is officially here, with humid heat pouring down. Sunday was simply nasty; I didn't even want to try to swim because it felt like the water would be too warm. Maybe this week - have to use my new swim cap, right?
Cats are good, dog is good. Husband is good, I am ok.
Just in the waiting zone I guess. There is so much I want to talk about and so little I have to say. It can be roughly summed up thusly:
- I miss my son.
- I want to be pregnant again.
- I have no idea when or if it will happen.
- Tired of getting my hopes up.
- Still have hope my husband will put the laundry away tonight. Not high ones, mind, but hopes, all the same.