Bummer

The Three Wise Men, or Tres Reyes Magos, brought me, among many other things, my period. And this makes six months trying. I´ll give it two more cycles (a crazy, transatlantic one, and a proper one back home in Chicago) and then call my OB again. And the chart is not working, apparently. I´m a little sad, because I thought being in Spain would do the trick. But it didn´t really work. Although we tried. I hope it works soon. I have recovered hope, because after many negative reproductive news (everyone I know who is trying was either not getting pregnant or having miscarriages), my friend S is expecting. It´s still very early, but I have the feeling that it will go well. 2009 has to be the year. We all need it.

Charting

So far, charting is not going bad... Apparently we have a good chance this month, but I don´t want to get too happy, because I´m flying long haul, and that could make things difficult. Anyway, I can´t avoid being hopeful. The longer it takes, the more I want to be pregnant. Some says I have hesitations, unlike my husband. I´m afraid of not being able to pay as much attention as I do now to my baby, L, and of the pregnancy itself. I´m scared of the whole preeclampsia thing, you cannot be in bed rest with a toddler, can you? And I know I will have to fight battle after battle if I want to get a VBAC in a hospital setting, specially if it is the same hospital that forced me to so many interventions during my first labor. But I will stop the elucubration, since I´m not pregnant yet, at least not knowingly...