Confession

My apologies, faithful readers, for stepping away from this blog for so long. That last BFN was a doozie, and the sadness conspired with a couple of busy weeks at work to keep me away from here. I'm back now, though... I think... and am looking forward to getting caught up with all the blogs I have neglected to read over the past few weeks.

Perhaps I should say a few words about why that last BFN hit us so hard. After all, it was only our second try and we always knew that with my PCOS it could take a good long while for me to get pregnant. That is, except for this...

My confession is that I always thought I'd get pregnant on the second try. Call it a hunch, I always just had "a feeling" that #2 would be our lucky cycle. Oh, I talked a good game about how I understood it would likely take me a long time to get pregnant, but secretly in the back of my head I always thought "but I know it will be #2." I didn't speak it aloud much; Sylvia was one of 3 people who knew.

She thought it'd be the second try, too. Whether it was faith in my sense of how things would be, or a hunch of her own, I don't know. But we both went into our second cycle with high expectations and even higher hopes.

Unfortunately, as many of us know, the higher you are, the harder you fall.

But we've picked ourselves up off the ground and gotten back up on the horse. IUI #3 is just around the corner, and we're excited to have another chance. Like Sylvia has said, maybe the third time really will be the charm, and she'll have to give up her grudge against the number three permanently. I would love to see that happen!