So, I have been keeping a secret…. We tried this month. 2 weeks ago on Friday. I had some spotting at 8dpo and again today. It was kinda a last minute decision…we had the opportunity to do it with our old donor and thought….what the hell? why not right? I haven’t noticed any symps at all other than being a little tired today and bitchy and super emotional and crabby….but nothing else really
I can’t decide if I should be upset about the spotting or not…I guess we will know in a couple of days.
”June will be the month I get pregnant, I will get pregnant in June.”
I thought after having time to plan and lose weight I would be ready for all the emotions surrounding this first attempt in a year but…not really. I had totally forgot we even tried until today when we were having lunch with mom and she starting asking “what do you think your cravings will be?” The waitress overheard and then started being all funny and nice and asking me if I wanted peanut butter and pickles (because that’s what she craved during her pregnancy) ….thanks mom. The worst part was then I counted to see when the due date would be (Feb’ish around Jo’s bday - I would love to give her that as a present). Damn it. Now it has consumed my mind and I can no longer pretend that I am cool, calm and collected. I obviously am not. Tears over taco’s is not calm.