  I really don't like the post-O period. After I Ovulate, there is nothing to do but wait. I'm just waiting for the day when I can test. Waiting, waiting, waiting. It's not like there's anything to test for this month. I am pretty sure that after concieving for two months in a row that I won't be lucky enough for a third. That just defies the odds. Well, that works out, though, cuz Katie's chances aren't too great this month either, with her vacationing and all... so we'll have yet another month to wait. I'm still a little drained from all the drama a few weeks ago, and I'm not up for any more of it- I don't want to see 2 lines this month. Two lines used to equate joy, hope... hell, it was the most exciting thing in the world before the miscarriages. Now I am hoping for 1 line; it's easier to deal with. I wish I could wake up one day and be like 12 weeks pg. I hate all this waiting and worrying- and TRYING. God, I just went back and read this, and I'm SO negative.
And I'm sitting here trying to figure out how to bookmark this without Dan coming across it. It would break his heart to read this, and I never want that to happen. That's why this is for KATIE'S EYES ONLY. 
