I'm 7 DPO. How the hell did that happen?
I barely remember BDing last week, what day of week I had my HSG, and the daily monitoring of CBFM every morning... let alone having my period this month. All of these things are so cyclical, as if it's a part of this larger, timed out process, and I can't believe it's almost been a month since I had my last AF. Damn, time is flying.
I've been so preoccupied with this whole house thing, that this month has been out-of-sorts for us. It's kind of been nice on the TTC front, though - makes things easier when the time flies and I'm not thinking about how-many-days-until-I-can-grab-one-of-my-HPTs-and-pee-on-it-and-pray-for-a-positive. Instead, for the first time in over a year, I am thinking, "Holy shit... I am almost due to start testing. I hope it's a positive." I sure hope it's a good thing that I've been overly-relaxed about TTC this time around.
But the thoughts of "it" never go away. "It" refers to TTC, the struggle, reminders, and sad feelings that come with being infertile. I never really completely forgot about it this month... not even for a day... and I know I never will. Sure, my TTC thoughts most recently aren't all-consuming of my every waking moment, but I sure can't forget about the road we're on.