It's funny how you can be so troubled about something for such a long time and as soon as the worry is removed, things are rosy as can be. There were times in my SMW (seven month wait) where I was pretty discouraged, with my body, with our chances for biological parenthood, with health generally. And nothing, nothing, nothing against my friends in blogland who are struggling through infertility, but reading about such challenges can make you feel like things can't go right for anyone. I felt like if I couldn't even get the period thing right, there was no way baby growing type things were going to happen for me. Irrational, I know, and I didn't feel like that all the time. I spent a few weeks of being pretty agitated and decided that life was simply too short to stay down indefinitely, especially over something I had no control over. This conscious attitude shift helped for the most part, but there were definitely some blue days.
But now that we've turned the corner, I suddenly am the eternal optimist. We've talked about waiting this cycle out to give my hormones more settling time, which I have mixed feelings about, but I'm already counting the months 'til Little Bonzo/ette day. Why would I have any more trouble with this whole conception thing? I've gone through my bout of frustration. Now, sadly I know of many, many women and couples who seem to face roadblock after roadblock in this most noble quest so I recognize that this is a merely a different form of irrationality than my previous grumpy form. This kind makes you feel better about life, though, so until I have a reason for dashed, or at least subdued, hopes I'm going with it.
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