So I finally started my period on January 16th, the day before my husband's birthday (sorry honey). You know your a infertile beach when you get excited to see that cycle which means you can start trying again. I say trying, but I've decided just to wing it. I will not go back to the doctor as my husband suggested. I will not ask to be put on clomid. I plan to just track my days with my hand-dandy ovecue monitor and wait. I also plan not to stress over it and just try to let nature take it's course (says the infertile). This translates to I will probably not have a cycle for oh six months and I will spend a small fortune just on pregnancy tests. Hopefully, the Walgreens guy won't think I have a thing for him.
In other news, we had our first trip to the ER in 2010. Josh had a tumble down the stairs and I had to rush him to the ER. Turns out the poor guy got a couple of brusied ribs. At the time of the fall, Josh had SJ in his arms. Little SJ sat very still by his dad and asked quietly, "are you ok daddy?" AWWWW, how sweet. Poor little guy was worried about his daddy all day. This past weekend was the first time Josh felt well enough to climb the stairs to get SJ from his room. Upon their decent, SJ looked up at his dad and said BE CAREFUL!!!!
Oh how I love being a mommy.
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