An update.

I guess I have been avoiding writing this post. Probably because I wanted to be absolutely 100% certain that I would be writing the correct information. Then, because I didn't like that information, and maybe because I was in a little bit of denial, I put it off.

I am not pregnant.

There. I wrote it. Doesn't change anything really. I can't say that I'm gung-ho to try the Femara again. Not really because of how it made me feel or anything, but more I guess because part of me sits there and just thinks "What's the point?"

I'm tired. I'm tired of counting, wondering, waiting, testing, and having the result be the same. I'm tired of doctors. I'm tired of hoping and thinking that "maybe this month will be the month."

And so, I've decided...no more. If it happens it happens, but for now I am going to focus on the two beautiful children that I have and thank God that I have two.