BEAUTIFUL weather (maybe our ONE weekend of Spring), great people, a race, an adventure by bike to a small diner at the Brenham airport, a crawfish boil, lots of baking, a visit from four of my favorite people in the whole wide world, and who knows what else. I'm excited. Perhaps more excited about a weekend than I have been in a looooong time. I know, everyone always looks forward to the weekend because you aren't working and get to play a bit, but I really get to play this weekend. Whohoo!
Sigh. Here we are again. We knew all along we would be able to start the process for baby #2 when Sloane was nine months old. I had said we did not necessarily want kids that close together, but knew just because we started then did not mean we would get pregnant then. If I had only known how true that is becoming. Silly us had started having visions of three kids. The only way we can have three kids is to have things go smoothly, not lose embryos, and not lose time. Well, so far we have lost an embryo and a lot of time in the quest for our next baby. I breezed through prep for our transfer in early May. The stress load was so much less than before because I thought we had it figured out. We had Sloane as a great distraction. My lining was better than it has ever been before - by far. Then, the day after Mother's Day, I found out it did not work. And I was immediately thrown back into the depths of infertility hell....
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