So, does anyone remember my post a while back about the date January 25th? How DH was convinced we would either conceive or have a due date on January 25th (because our clock had been stuck at 1:25 for months before I changed the battery)?
Well, because of my whacky post-Peak phases since Dr. Toth treatment, that threw off the math to conceive on January 25th. But I just went to pick up my prescription for prometrium tonight, which the Dr wants me to take today (P+3) until P+12. Then she wants me to get a blood pg test on P+12. I just looked at my chart, and P+12 will be on January 24th... meaning I would get my results from the labwork on... JANUARY 25th!!!
Of course, it doesn't mean anything definate. I was telling DH today on the way back from visiting my grandma, that when I talk about us having a baby lately, it seems SOOOO incredibly abstract. I couldn't find the words to describe it exactly, but I wonder if you all know what I mean? It's like, I have FAITH that I will indeed be a mother someday, and I also think logistically we will get there one way or another. But emotionally... I just feel completely separated from the state of "motherhood." And that really angers me, because that is the one thing I never, ever had a problem identifying before. Do you know what I mean? Am I explaining this right?
In any event, it looks like January 25th will be a day where I get some news. Only time will tell what that news will be.