It's so weird this time around. Before I was pregnant with Max, I was on a monthly rollercoaster ride... waiting, testing, BDing, getting hopes up, peeing on HPTs, and sadly welcoming AF each month. This time is so incredibly different.
I HAVE a miracle. My little Max is the best gift, and because I conceived, carried, and gave birth to a live child, I know my body can do it. But that doesn't mean it will be an easier road to get there the second time. I pray that it works - quickly - but who knows? Maybe it will take a month, maybe years.
On one hand, I remind myself that I am so incredibly, incredibly lucky. If this month doesn't work out, I still have my miracle, and I am blessed. And we have many, many more months to try again. But I want one more sooner than later... and in order to achieve it, it's almost more nerve-wracking this time around. What if it doesn't work at all? Will I endure months, years of stress like last time? What if I never get pregnant again?
All I know is that I am so, so blessed to have what I have in my little boy, but our family is not yet complete. I am praying for one more miracle.
Stay tuned, ladies... 2WW is right around the corner...