So here we are trying again. Third time lucky.
My husband is amazing. Can I just say that. During the first miscarriage, when I was crying, or down, or devastated, when even I didn't know what I needed, he instinctively knew what to do or say. He was wonderful. As this journey continues, he just grows to be more wonderful. I'm not alone in this. He's with me all the way. He knows when the fertile window is, he knows what my temperatures mean. It makes it so much easier. And so wonderful to share.
I started my 'obsessive' charting again and we did everything right. We were very confident. Each time we had really tried, we had fallen pregnant, as is the norm for the girls in my family. We did a home pregnancy test.
It was negative.
This is a first. Negative. Huh.
Doesn't hurt as badly as a miscarriage, that's for sure. Although over time, if I saw that negative, month after month, I imagine it would be just as devastating.
So we'll try again.
