I’m not going to lie (I’m honestly going to be VERY truthful right now and take advantage of the fat that my family doesn’t read my blog) – all I am thinking about is babies. You see, we are officially trying and I cannot contain my excitement.

I’ve been crocheting all of these baby blankets, and we have been talking more and more about having a family and what we would want to name them or imagine what they will be like.

No matter what happens, I know you cannot choose your children. We will love them. But if I had squeezed out a boy who looked just like Brandon – I think I would have died and gone to heaven. I want his mini-me so bad.

All I have to say is: Why is this process so long and tedious? (It really isn’t, but 3- 6 months to conceive feels like forever). I went to my GYNO last week to talk about getting ready for kids, and she told me that I am doing everything right. Exercising and eating right, I stopped drinking, smoking, or taking drugs, and she chuckled when she saw my BMI because I was scared I wouldn’t be able to conceive (Family history and past experiences).

I thought I was pregnant last month, I woke up in the morning every day for a week and I was getting sick. That is when I found out my gallbladder was messing up (Still doing well – no further issues); they did a test there, and I was negative. A few days later, when my period was late and I was still getting sick just in the morning. I took an at-home test, and it was negative, then my visitor came with a vengeance.

So I am just going to keep drinking my cranberry juice (I’m addicted, and it’s good for my urinary tract health), and I’ll keep peeing on sticks until my LH is high and that pregnancy test is positive.