1200 Days...

So, if you really knew me, it would come as no surprise that I know that exactly 1200 days ago I became  Mrs.  Today I was noticing that all of the titles I ever hoped to gain begin with the letter "M."  For 27 long years I was a "Miss," and I even doubted for a while if I'd ever become a "Mrs."  I worked hard to earn that "r" in my title, though, and am proud to sign my name as "Mrs. Angie" to letters going home to the parents of my students and notes scribbled to allow them permission to use the phone in the school office.  And pardon me if, during a time of hormonal rage, I irrationally point out that I am indeed a Mrs., not a Miss. 

Unfortunately, of those 1200 days of wedded bliss, J and I have spent approximately 1150 of them attempting to gain my next "m" title...Mom.  I guess that's inaccurate.  As we all know, we haven't tried every single day to achieve this goal.  But let's be honest.  We've planned everything around the possibility that this month could be "it."  (Yeah, I'm thinking maybe I'm overusing the quotation marks today.)  But it never was.  So, I have decided that this is it.  This IVF cycle is going to work because I said it was.  After having a major meltdown last night (after I saw all the charges posted to my credit card...that nearly equal the balance in my bank account; in addition to the bills for all the pre-requisite testing), J told me I had to stay positive. 

In honor of my newfound optimism, I've included a tube of a special lotion for stretchmarks in my Av.on order for our school fundraiser.  I guess if it doesn't turn out that I need it, I'll just throw it in with my next baby shower gift.

Upcoming: last BCP on Monday.  (TMI alert--I've been spotting since about Wednesday.  Is that normal?)Meds have been billed, and should be arriving on Thursday.  Yikes!  (Can I really do this?)  I'll be sure and take a pic like I've seen so many others do.  If for no other reason, for the memory.  This is, after all, my blog.

Love to all!

Hugs and baby dust,