I wishy-washed and flip-flopped for a few days before deciding that I could have the patience to be cautious just a teeny bit longer and wait for ovulation in the right side, whenever that may be. If the next “trying” cycle is not a success, I figure I can re-evaluate at that time. So I called yesterday and scheduled an appointment for June 9. Then, lying in bed last night, I re-counted and had to call back this morning to reschedule for the 3rd. Oops.
I have to say, it doesn’t hurt to read about just how terribly my newly pregnant blogging friends are feeling right now. I’m sorry. It’s not that I want any of them to feel badly. It’s just that it’s such a relief that I don’t feel like that at this moment. I do realize that if I ever get what I want, I will simply be behind them on the misery curve but for now, I’m appreciating not being on that curve at all.
I understand — as I am soaking up all the “freedom while it last” moments, too.