In theory, it sounds fan-fucking-tastic. Pun unintended. And some days it is. But often it isn’t.
And I feel like, monthly, I am traveling along this consuming journey (period arrives, waiting to ovulate, having sex, waiting for a positive pregnancy test — wash, rinse, repeat) and it does affect many aspects of my day, every single day. How can it not? And I feel very alone, as there simply isn’t anyone (friends, family) in my real life (besides my husband) who I can talk to about this big thing that is taking place in my life – daily.
I don’t know.
It’s not all it’s cracked up to be. The obsessiveness and all-consuming nature of this trying to conceive process can really become too much.
And honestly, I really wish I knew then what I know now. It’s not really as simple as casually having sex and ending up pregnant, at least not for me. They didn’t really teach me all the tricks to procreation in highschool. They taught me how to prevent pregnancy.
I have had to put major research time in. I also joined a few bulletin boards. Hopefully I will find some people to interact with.
Incidentally, my next post will be a makeup post. There’s been a lot of new makeup lately. What can I say 
