I Got Nothin.

Well, I'm pretty sure I'm not pregnant.

I haven't had one single symptom. Not a cramp. No spotting. No bloating. No boob soreness. And I've been waking up craving my morning cup of coffee just like always.
Before you start to preach to me about "staying positive" and "not being so neurotic," you should know how unbelievably in-tune I am with my body. I'm that weirdo who can tell about 48 hours before I'm going to get a cold. I've also been predicting all the other changes in my body to the tee. I know exactly when I'm going to ovulate and can plan on when my period will arrive every month. And yeah, I know, there are those people out there who go to the doctor for an ingrown toenail and find out they're 3 months pregnant and they had "NO idea!!!"

But I know me. If I had a foreign substance growing in my body, I'd know it.

I woke up a bit grumpy about it this morning. Ugh. I just thought it'd be easier. But then I started thinking about all the other women out there who are going through this process. Many of them have been trying for months, even years, to conceive. Some have had major physical barriers to overcome and many more have suffered miscarriages.

So instead having my own personal pity party, I started thinking about how lucky I am. I'm healthy. I have a loving wife who builds me up and makes me a better person every day. I'm happy. I live in paradise. I'm surrounded by people who love and appreciate me. I enjoy getting up and going to work each day. On the whole, I'd say I've got it pretty good. And if this quest to make a baby proves to be more difficult than I originally thought, then bring it on! I'm prepared to put my heart and soul into this until it works.