Year One
This month marks our first year of trying to get pregnant. I am entering my 12th two week wait. The whole story stopped being exciting some time ago. I don't have much expectations for this month (that still doesn't mean I am not secretly hoping it will work...) but the past year taught me that it's not going to be that easy (if it happens at all).
This is not a very good month for us, financially... And this week's weather showed us once again that the apartment we're currently living in is very poorly done. I don't know how all of that will affect our chances.
I think I would be far more depressed and sad if I wasn't working out. I've been doing it for about three months now, regularly, so I think it's starting to become a good habit. But with everything it's becoming harder to keep a smile on my face and be genuinely happy. I know my happiness shouldn't depend on outside circumstances but that's easier said than done. I really don't like to be the person that constantly complains and does nothing about the whole situation. Maybe I should try writing the blog entries when I'm happier or cheerful or something, but then it's difficult to sit down and write.