The last few days i've been rather nauseated and feeling really crampy and painful in the uterus region. I took a pregnancy test just to be sure and of course it was negative. I knew it would be, but for a split second, i couldn't help daydream about how awesome it would be if it were positive. Would i cry, would i start jumping for joy, would i rush all excitedly to tell Hubbs? Then i was slapped back into reality.
My cycles are getting longer. This last one was at a whole 40 days. 2 months ago i missed one entirely. I'm still doing the ovulation tester things, but i'm not really holding out much hope that we're gonna get a positive on those. I'm hoping that when the time is right, we'll just magically get pregnant and be all excited. But timing-wise, for the plans that we have for the near future, we really have to get pregnant within the next few months. Next fall i'm starting school again and am not looking forward to the idea of having to take a break to have a baby. So it's pretty much now, or 2 years from now when i'm nearly 30. If we don't get a positive on the ovulation tests this month, i'm gonna ask male doctor about Clomid. I might seem pushy about it or whatever, but to tweak a quote from When Harry Met Sally, "when you realize you want to spend the rest of your life with somebody, you want the rest of your life to start as soon as possible." and dammit, we want to be parents.