Hmmm, so on the last post I told you the doctors said I didn't ovulate. I had taken a pregnancy test a couple days before and was hoping...it came out negative. The results from the doctor weren't surprising to me.
A week late? nothing abnormal over here. Now, I was two weeks late. That hasn't happened in the past six months. I knew I was just late. Bloated, uncomfortable, breaking out... I knew there was no baby. LC couldn't believe I was two weeks late. One morning, he was like you are never this late. You might be pregnant. I kept telling him no, I'm not. I know I'm not, but the look on his face was one of "you don't know that." So to appease him, I took the other pregnancy test in the drawer. He set the timer on his phone, and well, it went off and still negative. He looked sad. I was sad. This was exactly what I was trying to avoid, but alas, what do you say? What do you say when you and your husband want a baby, but your body betrays you? I don't know. I don't have that answer.
So, I sit here today organizing my Scentsy products in our upstairs room in a child's toy organizer.
Granted, I ordered the organizer specifically for this purpose, but I can't help but think will we be lucky enough one day to be putting one of these together for our own child? I guess I'll just have to keep praying...
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