I'm actually going to start trying to have a baby. Soon. As in, next month. Four weeks from now, give or take a few days.
Me and a liquid nitrogen tank of frozen sperm and Dr. C are going to put all the pieces together and see what happens.
I'm trying to figure out how to spell the sound of a whimper.
Ehhhhh? Ehuuu? Ahnnnnhnnnn?
This is all slightly less stressful because I'm not actually expecting it to work. At least not the first go 'round. Or the second. If it happens at all. Minimum, I figure it'll take several tries. And I'm not sure how long I'll want to keep at it. So, we'll see.
(Of course, because I just wrote those words, I now expect it to happen immediately, because then I'm really screwed. I have a lot to do pre-baby. House to remodel. Books to write. Movie to write. Shows to write and produce. Blog!)
The good news, to get down and dirty, is that I seem to be ovulating well. This is according to my OB, with whom I had a pre-conception appointment last week. Yay! I have ovaries! They're working! She's also doing blood work so I'll know what my numbers (FSH, estradiol) are, and OH MY GOD THIS IS HAPPENING.
Seriously, am I insane?
One of Gretchen Rubin's favorite phrases is "The days are long, but the years are short." Well, folks, a month is even shorter. TWELVE TIMES SHORTER.
I'm not even going to try to spell the whimper this time. You can just hear it in your head.
It's a long one.
Your turn: Do you have any big plans coming up?