I suppose when you're the type of girl, like each of us, who despite all of your achievements in life, still feels empty inside because you can't do the one thing you want most in the world, then any efforts you make at preparing for another failed cycle are just futile. I'm having horrible PMS symptoms this cycle (the same as always, but stronger), and it just makes me mad that I have to go through the insomnia at night, extreme fatigue during the day, sore breasts, etc. with no reward at the end of it.
Obviously I'm thankful for the progesterone that is causing all of these symptoms, since I never even had my own progesterone before being treated with NaPro. Plus, if I remained untreated for anovulation and PCOS, with all of the unopposed estrogen stimulation in my body, I would have been at risk for breast cancer in my future. So, yay for progesterone. But why is it that we have to physically feel our worst when we are emotionally feeling our worst at the end of another failed cycle?
Today is P+13, and (in my estimation) 12dpo. By my calculations, I should get AF tomorrow, on August 15th. The Assumption. The date of our renewal Consecration to Mary. 4 days before my 2nd Wedding Anniversary. Depressing.
To end on a sillier note, DH and I were watching the Olympics the other night, and ever since we've been talking more about adoption, we've been exploring domestic vs. foreign adoption options. So, while watching the Chinese women's gymnastics team (who are rumored to be underage, btw- I would have to agree with Bela Karolyi on that one, did you see those girls??), DH goes, "Ohhhh! I want to adopt a little Chinese gymnast!" So I guess we'll be adopting a Chinese baby girl in our future, and enrolling her in gymnastics at the ripe age of 1 1/2 :)