A little over a year after embarking on this journey, we have yet to reach our final destination. Strangely enough, I'm not entirely concerned about it. Yes, I want to have a baby. But month after month when I get my period, I'm not devastated. I keep on trucking. Still believing, still optimistic. It's not my style to be overly uptight about not getting pregnant. I wonder how long that will last?
Regardless of the fact that I am not a crazy-woman-trying-to-conceive, last week I did decide to invest in an Ovulation Predictor Kit. Funny, it's exactly like a pregnancy test...pee on the stick, try to decipher the lines. Five days in, and I have not ovulated. I have wondered throughout this journey that it's possible I might not be ovulating at all, and that's why I have not conceived. I guess we'll see. I've always been the type who believes that knowledge is power. So, if I find that I am not ovulating, this isn't necessarily a bad thing. At least I know, and then we can fix it. I'm more determined than ever to be relaxed and enjoy the process, whatever it entails. Because the one constant in all this: enjoying the horizontal mambo with my man on a regular basis.