There is no pg coming this month from me. AF should start to herald her arrival tomorrow-ish. There are 0 signs of pg - I haven't even cried once, boobs are barely sore, nothing else is really out of shape (no mysterious heartburn, etc.)
SEE, this is our sixth month trying after DH's numbers are up. If that was it, we'd be preggo by now, according to statistics. I am back to suspecting CM. Maybe. Or endo. Maybe. Oh well, at least I'll be able to have a glass of wine when I'm home for Christmas this weekend.
I'm rather chill about all this. I've been really chill for a while now. I think it's the Vervain. Or you, prayer buddy? Work is in total crisis right now - barely bothering me (made me late for choir, but I wasn't even ruffled). We've just had a HUGE change to our Christmas plans - I'm cool with it.
My Auntie Em called to say Auntie D was no longer cool with Christmas being at her place (sugar bush!) in Quebec, so now Christmas is moved to our house, and Auntie D is out. Oh well. We'll probably have a nicer time here anyhow, and I am not sad to wish the 10 hours of driving in the car goodbye!
I was sitting at choir practise thinking tonight - you know, if I had a baby last year, we probably would never have joind this church. And I quite like it. So maybe... it wasn't all for the worst. (Although I still think in our first year of marriage I would have made the best new mother). This new more positive/chill me is interesting. I like her.